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Continuing the theme of the previous two posts, here's another earlier one which might add some clarity to the topic. (Then again, it might not - so no promises.)
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Returning to an oft-repeated theme on this blog which I've probably battered to death - that of memories and associations. Take the above EP record as an example. ("Don't want it!" you contemptuously reply.) I got it at an Autumn or Christmas Fayre in 1981/'82, held by the church at the top of the street and across the road from the house I'd lived in from 1965-'72. Note that I said by and not in. That's because the fayre (let's call a spade a spade - jumble sale) was held in my old primary school at the foot of the street, primarily (no pun intended) because it had more space to accommodate the aspirations of the event's organisers.
So, to hopefully helpfully reiterate: I obtained the record while living in my current home, from my old primary school in the same street as my former house. That would explain why, whenever I look at it, I associate it with the area where I acquired it, but - so strong is the link, that I also associate it with my old room and can actually 'see' it there in my mind's eye as plain as day, in some kind of 'false memory'. Weird, eh?
"Ah, that's easy to explain!" you proclaim. "You associate the record with your old school and you associate your old school with your old house, so it's only natural that you'd connect the record to the house, too!" And doubtless you're right. However, it's still an odd feeling to have what appears to be a memory of something that was never actually so. Anyone have any similar instances they'd care to share?
Go on - we won't laugh. Promise.
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My sister in law wanted to call her kid Pooh. We told her , in America Pooh means something different to most people when you say it.
ReplyDeleteIt means the same thing in Britain, PS, 'though it's usually just spelt 'poo' without the 'h'.
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