Looking for Memories in all the Wrong Places…


The creator of a Facebook group that I belong to…asks a profound question of the members each day…yesterday the question was…what is a favorite Sunday memory

Although it sounds simple enough…and my mind immediately went as far back as it could…and there were some memories…getting left at Church on Sunday…looking for Mama and not being able to find her…repeatedly going up to the Preacher’s wife because she had a dress like Mama’s…but…while that is my most vivid memory…I can’t say that it is a favorite…and…don’t worry…I was quickly rescued…the problem was that I would hide in the car…and Mama thought I was hiding in the backseat…or…so she says…there are conspiracy theories that still circulate…

So…I didn’t answer the question…thinking…well…I don’t have a favorite memory…and I went about my business…

Later…as I was reading…Bertha…slipped a series of memories into my otherwise occupied mind…

Early morning Mass at the Monastery…followed by blueberry muffins for breakfast…as a young couple…an expectant couple…aching back on the kneeler…new parents…memories floated in on gossamer wings…waking babies to nurse…double teaming to quickly dress sleepy toddlers…angels in silver gowns with golden wings…angelic voices as the nuns sang…a leaking fish tank…no rhyme…no reason…just memories…

I later asked…why it took so long for me to recall…Bertha…said…that the memories were always there…I was just looking in the wrong places…

I assumed that my favorite memories would be from a certain period of my life…about my Mama and my Granny…not…memories with my once husband…so…I didn’t even consciously sift through them…until…they found me…

And…I’m so glad they did…

Jane

6 thoughts on “Looking for Memories in all the Wrong Places…

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *