Memories
“Memory
is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.”
Barbara
Kingsolver
It's always interesting
to spend time with relatives and tell stories about “the good old
days.” We'll be doing a lot of that over the next few weeks, with
the holidays in full swing. In telling the old tales of family, of
childhood exploits and chicanery, it's well to remember what Barbara
Kingsolver alludes to in the quote above: our memory is simply one version
of events. What we remember from childhood, especially if we're many
decades away from it, as I am, is composed of actual memory overlaid
by feelings and emotions, as well as images from photographs and
other people's descriptions. In other words, we tell our stories to
the best of our ability, and they have some truth to them, but they
may not be a factual retelling of events. They are, nevertheless,
true for us.
As children, we have only
partial understanding of what is happening around us simply because
we don't have enough life experience to comprehend and explain it.
Also, because whatever happened has had a lifetime of emotional
baggage loaded on top of it; what we remember may be the feelings of
the child more than actual facts. Most of us do not have narrative
memory, but only “snapshot” memory. We rarely have the historical
background or an expansive view, but only our limited experience of
what took place—kind of like looking through a mail-slot in a
door—we can't see the whole picture.
All of this is not meant
to rain on your family stories; only to inform their veracity.
They're still good stories, so, by all means, tell them. In fact,
it's fun to have each person tell their version of the same event
simply to see the differences. That helps us add to our “memory,”
and expand the narrative for the next time we tell it. There's
nothing as bonding as shared stories, and the holidays are all about
bonding and reestablishing connections. I hope you tell your family
stories this year, and I hope you listen carefully as others tell
them, too. Those stories serve as road maps to your true identity.
Take notes.
In the Spirit,
Jane
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