Tag Archives: Memory

What is That Person’s Name?

23 Feb

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Have you ever run into someone you knew, in the store or at church and can’t remember their name?  That is so embarrassing!  Especially when they remember your name.  Well, that happened to me the other day.  I ran into this guy from my model airplane club, and I couldn’t for the life of me remember his name.  He said, “Hi Bill.  It’s been a long time.  How have you been?”  As we shook hands, I said, “Hey there. You’re looking great.  How is it going with you?”  We talked about the club, his new model airplane, and the health of some of the older club members.  All the while I was racking my brain to remember his name.  It just wouldn’t come to me.

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It wasn’t until after we had parted, and I was driving home that I finally remembered his name.  Now what is wrong with that picture?  Why couldn’t I remember his name?  What do you suppose causes these ‘mental blocks’ when we want to remember a person’s name or the name of a place?  I know I’m not the only person with the problem.  My wife and many friends I’ve talked to say they have the same problem. 

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So, what is the answer?  I don’t hold with the idea that all these people have some kind of temporary amnesia or dementia.  I’ve been told that our memory tends to weaken naturally with age.  OK, I can buy that, but many of the younger people I have talked to seem to have the same ‘mind block’ problems when it comes to remembering names.  

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If you can believe the Internet, it informs me that single families started out as hunter gatherers, so there was no need for individual names.  Once farming came on the scene, around 8,000 to 10,000 BC, there were more fixed roles in a larger community of people.  People had to come up with a way to distinguish individuals from each other. That’s when people started to assign names to individuals for local identification purposes

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As I was looking for answers to this question, I happened upon a neurobiology professor that said the way our brains are designed, he called it ‘associative architecture,’ we tend to associate a person’s profession with that person before we associate that person’s name with the person.  Maybe that’s how people started identifying those in the community by their profession.  I’m afraid I’d have to hear a lot more on that concept before I accepted it as the truth for the general public.

As it happens, my wife, DiVoran, was reading a novel recently about an old Welsh community where many of the residents were of one family and everyone in the community called them by their profession; with names such as, Evans the Milk, Evans the Bread, Evans the Meat, and Evans the Pub.  That seems to confirm, at least to some degree, what the above-mentioned professor was saying about what he was calling ‘associative architecture.’ 

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Now I haven’t had the time to fully research the idea of why so many of us have trouble remembering people’s names or the names of places.  But, as for me, it seems to have something to do, in part, with my mental capacity to concentrate and with the association of what a people does professionally.  I’ve been told it might help me with the problem if I would try to create a mental picture of the person and how I know that person.  Food for thought.  What are your thoughts on the subject?  Got any helpful ideas for me?

—–The End—–

Bill is a retired Mechanical engineer living with his wonderful artist/writer wife, DiVoran, of 64 years in Titusville, Florida. He was born and raised in the Southwest, did a tour of duty with the U.S. Navy, attended Northrop University in Southern California and ended up working on America’s Manned Space Program for 35 years. He currently is retired and spends most of his time building and flying R/C model airplanes, traveling, writing blogs about his travels for Word Press and supporting his wife’s hobbies with framing, editing and marketing.  He also volunteers with a local church Car Care Ministry and as a tour guide at the Valiant Air Command Warbird Museum there in Titusville.  Bill has two wonderful children, two outstanding grandchildren, and a loving sister and her husband, all of whom also live in Central Florida, so he and DiVoran are rewarded by having family close to spend lots of quality time with.

One of Bill’s favorite Scriptures is:  John 10:10

Memories

23 Jun

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I'm a winner

I remember Summer vacations and the trips we made from Florida to North Carolina to visit with my parent’s families.  Getting together with my cousins was always fun but the visits where my parents sat and talked with their elderly relatives were torture. They would sit in rocking chairs and rock, talk, rock, talk, asking if this relative or that one was still living. Had it not been for my love of books I would have disgraced myself and pitched a fit to relieve my boredom.

Years later as I reflect on my childhood boredom I have a better understanding of it. As a child my memories were written on a virtually blank space, consisting for the most part of things my brothers did to aggravate me.There was very little to stimulate pleasant memories, because only a few had been written. Now, in my senior years, my mind bounces like the steel ball in a Pinball machine. A scent, a song or even picking up a frying pan used by my mother all set my memory bells dinging. My present and past mingle in pleasant harmony and sometimes my mind is so refreshed that the sharp pain of an aching knee comes as a shock.

My body betrays.

Disconnected from my soul.

Childish dreams remain.

Back in the “day” I had a tape by Beth Nielson Chapman. Her writing is poignant, expressing deep feeling.  I love the song Emily which talks of lasting friendship and Like a Child Again, which portrays the inner being of a person with Alzheimer’s. I decided to share Years with this post as it seemed most appropriate. I hope you enjoy it and check out her other songs.

Am I only one who is surprised when their body is not in sync with their mind?

Word Association

31 Jan

From My Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

Is there a secret to having a good memory?
If there is, won’t you share?

As a military wife, I found myself always
in a social setting-
meeting new people everywhere.

I tried “word association”
where you picture things in your mind.
For instance, when I met a Mrs. Finnifrock.
I pictured a dress with a fish tail on the back-
truly one of a kind.

SO, what did I call her when we met again?
All I remembered was the fish tail!
Instead of “Mrs. Finnifrock “
“Mrs. FISHBACK” was my anxious wail!

P S. “There” seems to be the most common name
We hear it everywhere-
When memory fails, and the name won’t come,
We cheerfully exclaim, “HELLO.There!”

Touching Memories

16 Aug

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

 I was unloading the dishwasher on Sunday, not my favorite job, when I realized I was taking a particular pleasure in putting away a cereal bowl. It’s not anything special to look at, a white melamine bowl with a light blue rim decorated with dark blue and purple abstract seagulls. The inside of the bowl has a lighthouse with clouds and more birds. If you saw it at a garage sale you would offer ten cents to take it home for a cat dish.  What makes this bowl special is the memories associated with it’s use, memories of our RV days, crossing the country by day and cozy nights.

I’ve noticed it’s not just the bowl that evokes these feelings and it’s not related to just the age of an item. I love running my fingers along furniture my mom rescued from someone’s trash and restored as well as the shiny green surface of the plates we bought at IKEA when we were setting up our mountain home.

I think it is magical to be able to touch or see an object and experience once again the memories those items created. I wonder if that is why I love to touch in the antique stores.

 

Philippians 1:3