This week’s (Week 10)
prompt is Unexplained Memories
Do you have an unexplained memory or memories?
Items
Places
People
Things and times you can remember, but you are not sure where they fit into your past.
Do you have an unexplained memory or memories?
Items
Places
People
Things and times you can remember, but you are not sure where they fit into your past.
Here are a couple memories I can remember, there may be
more, but I can’t remember them.
1.
As a
small child, I can remember when playing outside and an airplane flew over,
that I would get scared and run and hide.
Most of the time I could make it
up onto the porch, or even all the way into the house, but when I couldn’t, I
had to find alternate hiding places. I’d
hide under trees or in the bushes, anywhere to be safe from the airplanes. Why was I so afraid?
It wasn’t until just a few
years ago that I think I figured out why.
I was born a couple of years after the end of WWII. While my father served in the Army during the
war, since I wasn’t born yet, it wasn’t a fear of the war itself. But a good possibility is that when I was
very young I heard my parents and other grown-ups talking about the war. And probably during the course of the
conversation, airplanes, bombs and what-not were also discussed. Fortunately I did outgrow this fear, and don’t
remember ever running and hiding after we moved to Portland when I was 7.
2.
I have confusion over my grandfather’s
death. Let me explain further.
Up until I was 7 years old, we
lived in La Grande, Oregon. My parents
separated at this time, and my mother, brother & I came to the Portland
area then. I finished out my 2nd
grade year at West Gresham Elementary school, and when school was out, we moved
out to Boring (yes, there really is a town called Boring) to live with my
grandparents. This would have been the
summer of 1955. Yet my grandfather died
in June 1954. For years I thought the
death date I had been given for him was not right, but recently I got his
obituary—not just a transcribed one but the digital image of the real deal—and that
date is correct. Since we used to spend
summers with the grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, apparently I have
confused living there while he was still alive, to a summer visit, probably
just before he died. Unfortunately
anyone who could clear that up for me has since passed on, and I didn’t think
to ask my mother while she was still living.
So if possible, as about those unexplained memories while you have the
chance!
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