Memories Are Made of This

That was me singing, or crooning, holding a mike, and smiling at my audience smiling and waiting for the next words from my lip.

Wait! My memory is playing tricks again.

This morning on CBS’s Sunday Morning News Show they had a segment about memory and how and what people remember. Among many things they said about memories is that they are just like fingerprints or snowflakes, no two are the same.

They said everybody comes to the present with prejudices and have their personal standards, which influences and alter what they will remember.

As you may have noticed I dive into my memory quiet often, bringing up things of the past. Sometimes I used some kind of research tools to get the dates right and sometimes not. So, what you read of what I told you about my history is just my version of what happened, which will likely different of somebody else that viewed the same event.

Yesterday my older sister commented to me on my blog on what our great grandmother Emaline Ray Hunter said, or how she said it, about the German accent. She said she remembers Daddy saying it was his grandmother Nancy Elizabeth Huey Tyson (pictured above). So, who is right? You got me.

And so much for witnesses that testify in court that they saw a certain event take place.