I’ve always loved to stroll down Memory Lane remembering happy times in the past. As Naomi was here with me this weekend we naturally did a lot of that.
We talked about some of the holidays we’d spent together, like the first time we visited Sydney more than 30 years ago and some of the things we remembered from the trip. The games we played on the long bus trip to keep ourselves amused, the apartment we stayed at in Kings Cross and the time that the two-dollar note she was using to pay for her fare on a ferry blew out of her hand and into Sydney Harbour. Little things but we remember them vividly.
We love to chat about funny things that Mum or David did, pets we used to have, our days working for the railways together and happy times on steam train trips around South Australia and Victoria, going to the speedway or the Grand Prix in Adelaide. Reminiscing about old times is like opening a photo album and being transported back in time by the images. It’s one of the reasons I like to take photos but even if you don’t, talking about old times helps preserve the memories I think.
Naomi works in a multi-purpose health centre which includes an aged care facility and she told me about some of the residents who have since passed away. We talked about dementia and how difficult it must be for people who are physically fit and active but can no longer do the things that they used to do because of it.
It seems that when we start to lose our memories the short term ones go long before the early ones do. Even I find that while I might not remember where I put my keys, what my bank PIN number is, or why I entered a certain room I can recall clearly some things that happened forty or more years ago. I get a great deal of pleasure from recalling the people, pets and places that have been a part of my life, whatever the future holds for me I know I have these.