Memory

At first, it’s scary. You walk into a room to get something and then can’t recall what it was. You hear a very popular song you’ve heard a hundred times but cannot bring up the name of the singer. You forget to get a birthday card for someone close to you. It’s part of aging.

I think you arrive at a point where you can remember things that occurred fifty years ago like they were yesterday, but not something that was fifty minutes ago. Or, so it seemed with my generation. Now, I fear we’re losing that.

In a previous blog I noted that there was some disagreement among my high school classmates as to where our senior prom was held. Now, it’s even worse, according to the conversations on our Facebook page. Diane asked if anyone remembered who she went to the prom with. She couldn’t recall. I can almost understand not remembering the location, but your prom date?

Okay, but that’s just one person. Nothing to be alarmed about. But then, Tony G. said he took Anne and had a good time. Tony S. said that Anne did go with a Tony, but it was him. That left Tony G. befuddled. Fran tried to assist him, relating that she had corresponded with Bonnie some years back. Bonnie told her that she had been dating Tony G. our senior year and went to the prom with him. That didn’t help. Tony G. said that Bonnie was full of BS (with the "b" standing for bull) and had a case of total BF (with “b” standing for brain) and was always claiming to be with someone she wasn’t with. I recall her and can’t argue with his diagnosis.

George chimed in that all he could remember about his date was the blinding pink dress she wore. Apparently, not even that. Ginger angrily responded that she had worn aqua and that it wasn’t “blinding” at all.

All of this was a little unsettling, but it did make me feel better because I can remember my prom date with clarity. At least I think I do.