3.31.2009

.I Remember.

From this episode of Speaking of Faith, in which Alzheimer's patients write as a form of exercise for their memories. The simple scenes of memory from somewhere beautiful and distant in their live's histories inspired me to reflect on similar happy snapshots from my own memory as they come to me randomly, surfacing out of the depths.

I Remember . . .

Sitting in the bucket seat of my father's bicycle riding through endless apple orchards.

Eating cherry tomatoes out of my grandmother's neighbor's garden and feeling (slightly) guilty about it.

Sitting on the corner of the counter top watching my mother cook, the cabinet doors beneath clamoring rhythmically as I mindlessly swung my legs as we chatted.

Riding through the upper-jungle in Peru, oblivious to the noise of the crowded bus as I pressed my nose up against the window. Scenes of lush green, winding tributaries, and the treasure I was on the lookout for: the seldom road-side grass hut and glimpse of life, blurred before my eyes, glowing in the fog of my breath on the window.

Observing my own grandmother, herself robbed by Alzheimer's of the memory of our names, familiar places, and the how-to of day-to-day tasks, humming along to an old hymn on the radio . . . one thing, at least, she still holds onto.

4 comments:

mountainmelody said...

I tried and tried to sit on the countertop and swing my feet...but my mom wouldn't let me! :)

Leah said...

Your writing is so full of atmosphere, it's almost tactile.

rebekah at ead living said...

Gah. This made me so melancholy. The thought of losing all of my lovely memories, or my parents doing the same.

James said...

Cool post.
my favorite memory is of my grandmother who is still living but suffering through horrible Alzheimers. my sister got married one Summer and my Grandmother (while in the state she is in currently) sat on the front row. Being a groomsman, I had a perfect view of her singing, from memory (a memory that, just ten minutes prior, had wondered who I was,) the hymn my sister had chosen to be sung at her wedding. that memory will be etched in my mind forever.