100 Word Challenge Week 163
I’m late, Week 163 is past and no more Linkys, but I wrote it and am posting it anyway. I admit I had seen the topic earlier in the week, and was at a loss for inspiration – the prompt, “Freedom,” is such a huge word. But after posting some early memories, I decided to use them with a huge amount of creative license, and came up with this tiny tale of a tiny tot. I hope you like it. I’m out of practice, so please bear with me. 🙂
RAM: Very Early Memories
Earliest memories around 1954-1957
I wonder how far back most people can remember events in their life? Do some people have clear concise memories from when they were tiny? Or is early childhood more of a fog, with only small bits peeking through from time to time? And how many of those memories are “true” memories, coming from within, spontaneously? I know some memories can be “grown” and nourished, perhaps through photos and family stories – you may not remember exactly but you have heard the story and seen the photos so often it becomes like your own memory.
Those are not the kinds of memories I intend to share here. what I want to share are memories that come to me naturally, not from stories I’ve been told, but from tiny bits that are saved in whatever long-term storage locker I have in my mind. Which can cause a problem for early memories, because my early childhood is very much a blur, aside from a few tiny glimpses, vignettes of the past. Here are three such glimpses.
RAM: 1995 – Becoming Swiss
I’m starting with this, because I wrote it by request for my daughter’s blog, Inspire Project, and it seems a nice place to start. My forth-coming memories may not be as inspired as this one, no promises, but I wanted to start out my RAM project with something uplifting.
This may be a sweet little story, fun, but sweet, too. It’s something nice I did, that inadvertently brought me something even nicer in return.
After I moved to Switzerland and began to speak French most of the time, I got so used to it, I often even thought in French. One Saturday I was in the city shopping, I’d had lunch, and browsed my favorite stores, but now was heading home. I was feeling rather low at the time, thinking of my family in Texas, feeling a bit out of sorts. After 10-12 years living in Switzerland I still had the occasional bout of homesickness.The shopping trip was supposed to make me feel better, but thus far, nothing was working.
RAM: Randomly Accessed Memories
On January second of this new year, I lost internet for five days. Five days!!! It was scary at first, wondering what to do with myself while having my morning coffee – I am always in my email then, writing friends, visiting sites of interest. Now, for the first time in a long time I was left alone with myself. It was an interesting experience.
This project came to me while I was spending time without internet. I have a couple of friends I write to regularly, and I realized while cut off from them, that I have what can be described as a Need to Write, even if it’s not written specifically to someone.
Often while writing my friends, something they say will trigger a memory in me, and so I will share it with them, but in less detail than my memory is throwing at me. But it gave me an idea. I decided to start recording these Randomly Accessed Memories – to just think of something that happened in the past, and start writing. I guess it’s the Blogger’s way of creating one’s Memoirs, albeit in a un-ordered state, hence the word Random
Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge Week 36
I really do want to get back into blogging, and what better way than to participate in a few challenges. This one caught my eye.
Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge Week 36.
These were sent to me by a friend, and they seem like they fit the category.
What the World Needs
Isn’t that just perfect? I found it on Facebook at The Abundance Course.
It expresses so simply something I believe deeply.
I admire those who want to help others, change the world, make a difference. I fully respect the will, the intent, the desire. But the truth is, the best way to make a difference in the world is to simply come alive, do what you love to do, be who you are, and be the best you possible. Share that “you” with others.
Time again, changes, and that face place
Well, for all my good intentions, the entire summer has passed and we are now moving back to regular time. No I won’t bother you with more time talk, just saying, it passes so fast I can’t even blink without missing something.
I have decided to try linking this blog to my Facebook Timeline. I don’t know if that’s a good idea or not, time will tell. (okay, okay, I said, no time talk)
I woke this morning, earlier than usual. It felt good to get up, thinking I had an early start on the day. As per my morning ritual, I made coffee (instant, yes, some people still do drink the instant stuff) and sat down with my laptop to check the morning mail. It was only then that I realized that I had not gotten an early start on the day, but a late one, as it was an hour later than I realized.
What’s in a Blog?
To paraphrase the master – “What’s in a blog? A Blog, by any other name, would sound as sweet.” Or would it? The coming of age of the Blog has fascinated me. People sharing information, ideas, even personal dreams and hopes, all online, all with one (?) main goal – but what is that goal? I would think most people’s first thought is Self Expression. But as I wade through the blogosphere, and read so many well written posts, I do see that many, dare I say most of them are genuine and heart felt. However, and it’s a big however, it seems to me that self-expression is just a side effect of the blog, not the main “raison d’être”, or reason of being. Continue reading →