|The only searching was for this image|
Sometimes there were important things. Most often they are details of things I remember, but the details are slipping. Many are just the things I somehow knew or heard or experienced but that never really rose to the occasion of focus in my life. Those things that are just part of the zillion things you'll come across in a few decades of living.
That came to my mind when my son came home after a day out on business. He was with his fiancée, and they were meeting with people about business ventures they are investing in. While out, they visited a record store and picked up a couple of used vinyls . My boys have learned that old vinyl records bring a richness to the sound that neither CDs nor digital can equal (I have the same opinion about film versus digital, but that's another story).
I looked to see what they purchased and I saw a record by Emerson, Like & Palmer. Now I'd lie if I said I knew more about them than their names. I might know some of their songs. It wouldn't surprise me if I heard a couple and recognized them. But fact is, I just remember the name.
But what a memory rush it was. I couldn't put my finger on the time in my life, but I feel their name must have been connected to my younger days in elementary school, c. early 1970s. I don't know. I didn't want to look or Google or anything. No cheating. I just let my memories do the job.
A group I knew of but couldn't tell you anything about. A group's name I haven't heard uttered in possibly forty years. But what memories it brought. If I can't tell you much about EL&P, I could spend the next hour talking about all the accompanying memories that came back with that one group's name.
That, I think, is a pretty awesome part of the human capacity for memory.
|Shameless boast of my son and his lovely fiancée for their 1st Valentine's|