The Native Iowan

A while back a childhood friend contacted me on line. I wrote about it at the time. It was poignant, sad, human…

https://nativeiowan.wordpress.com/2021/02/11/2021-v2-remindersofmortality/

I am trying to consider, feel, comprehend what it’d be like to not have my memories. My sense of History, Past, what once was. My sense of myself.

As a kid, the most enjoyable thing was to sit around and tell family stories… usually around the holidays: Turkeyday, Cmas, et al…. The old stories would roll out… like when the goose attacked mom, when dad had to clean up the dead cat out front of the Jackson St house, Bruce’s broken leg, Angela getting her head stuck in the wrought iron fence, looking at swans, at West Bend Grotto…

Memories are part of us, what we are, what we share with those close to us.

Where would we be without our memories? Without our past?

More later