May 11, 2006


Dolphin-Friendly Tuna

I got some terrific mail from this week's Motherlode column about my late, juggling mother. I mentioned a friend I hadn't seen in 34 years. She emailed me within an hour.

How can you not love the Internet?

I'm one of those people who has a drift net for a memory. Everything gets caught, nothing gets thrown back. My memories are detailed and trivial. I can name most of the kids in my school photos, and all of the teachers. I remember projects I did, essays I wrote, books I read. My kids think I'm a freak. They constantly test my memory; they lose.

There are days I would far rather have a more rewarding talent. Nobody pays much to know you can recall the day the grade two teacher slammed the door and broke a window. Or the boy down the end of the street who gave me my first bloody nose for being bossy. I was six, and deserved it. I read that he died about 15 years ago. He didn't deserve that.

We concentrate too much on the big building blocks. It's the details that make us who we are. I used to think you had to be really old to be reflective. I was wrong. The sooner we take stock of everything in the net, the sooner we can realize we need everthing in there to be special.

Don't throw anything back.

1 Comments:

Blogger Brenda said...

Just catching up on Motherlode, etc. You are right - it's in the details. That's how we remember who they are long after we've realized they were human, you know, as in people?
My dad danced irish jigs in the kitchen once in awhile - who knew?

May 12, 2006 8:47 AM  

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