Reading today in my battered copy of Wallace Stegner’s Wolf Willow I found his reminiscence of listening to an old Sunday School hymn where “instantly I am seven or eight years old…” Many things trigger remembrance of things past. When I looked over at my end table where a little 1931 Model A Ford pickup parked I remembered an old man at home who used to drive all over with a pickup that looked just like this. We never know what will trigger the next memory.Friday, November 22, 2019
A Triggered Memory
Reading today in my battered copy of Wallace Stegner’s Wolf Willow I found his reminiscence of listening to an old Sunday School hymn where “instantly I am seven or eight years old…” Many things trigger remembrance of things past. When I looked over at my end table where a little 1931 Model A Ford pickup parked I remembered an old man at home who used to drive all over with a pickup that looked just like this. We never know what will trigger the next memory.
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