{"id":3178,"date":"2018-05-16T17:33:37","date_gmt":"2018-05-16T22:33:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/?p=3178"},"modified":"2018-05-17T05:43:45","modified_gmt":"2018-05-17T10:43:45","slug":"memory","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/memory\/","title":{"rendered":"Memory"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Post #183<\/em><\/p>\n

16 May 2018.<\/em><\/p>\n

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What is your EARLIEST MEMORY?<\/strong><\/h1>\n

How old were you at the time you remember?<\/h3>\n

When did you first become aware of this memory?<\/h3>\n

Have you shared this earliest memory with anyone?<\/h3>\n

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My response to these questions:<\/h2>\n

My earliest memory was of the time\u00a0 when I was a baby in my crib at night.\u00a0 I\u00a0 was born in 1943 during\u00a0 WWII. My father was drafted into the U.S. Army and he was away for 2 years after my birth. He was with Patton’s troops,\u00a0 in Europe.<\/p>\n

In my little village in western PA, there were nightly air raid practices; blackouts; and I can still feel the fear.<\/p>\n

I was not yet\u00a0 2 years old, because my father returned after I turned 2.<\/p>\n

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I was around fifty-five\u00a0 years old when I verbalized the memory for the first time.<\/p>\n

I told my mother about the details\u00a0 and fragments of this memory.<\/p>\n

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My Mother’s\u00a0 response:<\/h2>\n
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I can’t believe\u00a0 you can remember that!<\/h2>\n

You were only a small baby.<\/h2>\n<\/blockquote>\n

I had questions about my earliest memory; she filled in the blanks.<\/h2>\n

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I have shared this early memory\u00a0 a few times but it is so personal that I am careful who I would share it with. Last year, at the age of 73, I was able to speak of this memory in a poem I wrote.<\/p>\n

Because I wrote of a memory that took place well before I had speech, my poem takes on a mythological metaphor to explain what I was feeling and seeing<\/p>\n

The poem is “Minotaur.” <\/strong><\/h2>\n

You can listen to me reading this poem by clicking on the link below.<\/strong><\/h2>\n

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“I can’t believe\u00a0 you can remember that!
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