Memory

LOST IN TIME

Here we are, Twinkie and I exchanging thoughts in the comments secetion of a post from May 27, 2013! I had a hard time even finding where her comment was so that I could respond! Which I did,,,then she added a note,,,and as I was about to add another--again after much searching--I realized we were truely lost in time.  AND the comments we were exchanging were about the cemetery in Jefferson!  But had morphed into talking about memory--how we each seem to have our own and only occasionally do our memories correspond.  Sometimes the memory of one evokes a similar memory in another, but not always so.  Twinkie remembers marigolds in the cemetery, I remember gardenias.  My gardenias provoke Twinkies memory of gardenias AND magnolias.  Her memory of marigolds raises not a glimmer of memory for me.

Memories.  It seems that the older we (I?) get the more we cherish our memories and yet the more are lost.  Memories of Jefferson are especially rich--perhaps because they are frozen in time since our time there was short and then no more.  Wish I could pass them on--but only if they could carry the richness I find in them.  I remember Daddy Doc talking about his past but I don't remember anything he told us nor do I remember that anyone was listening.  Now I wish I had!

Does anyone have a picture of the house in Jefferson?