#SoCS Oct. 1,2022

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Memories are strange and fascinating. We tend to remember what we should forget and forget so many details in life which would have been nice to remember. I asked my husband about his earliest memory. He said he had many memories of childhood but he could not make up his mind about his earliest one. He has hazy recollections of his grandfather who passed away in 1956 when my husband was only four. I too have many memories of childhood but I cannot say anything about my earliest one.

In 2015, my father-in-law was staying with us for a few weeks. I asked him if he would share his memories. He agreed and every afternoon, I wrote down what he told me. He was born in 1925. His earliest memories are of the breaking down of the walls of their old home in 1929. It was an old building with thatched roof. He did not remember more about the house. After the house was demolished, the land was dug to lay the foundation for a new one. And human bones were found!! He remembered his mother and grandmother cooking for all the workers. There was a building behind the main house. That too was demolished and a new one was built in its place. Most people in the villages constructed a building (called kottage in Kannada) behind the main house to store the produce. This structure also included other rooms for personal use.

People of our community were mainly agriculturists. They lived in valleys where water was found in abundance. My paternal grandfather’s father and uncles too were agriculturists. My grandfather was born in 1893. In his memoir he wrote about his first memory. The incident happened in 1897. He, his one year old sister and his mother were at his maternal grandparents’ home. His sister was sleeping in the cradle. He wanted to play with her. He put his hand beneath her to shake her awake. He felt something cold and hurriedly pulled away a smelly hand 😊. He was very angry and started scolding her. He wrote he was too young to understand that she could not comprehend his words. He called his mother and told her to throw the dirty sister into the nearest lake! He went on to write that he was unable to understand that what he did not like might be dear to someone else. His mother calmed him down and told him that he should always love his sister. After that he was never angry with his one and only sister.

My father-in-law and my grandfather remembered in great detail about their past. It was a different world altogether, till 1970s life went on as it had for generations, especially in villages. Then changes started happening. My father-in-law said no one imagined in their wildest dreams that all that they knew and understood would change beyond recognition.

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By Lakshmi Bhat

I am a person who believes there is not enough darkness in the world to extinguish the light of a small candle. We live in a small place in South India. I love reading, blogging, stitching, traveling, photography, listening to people and many other things which make life so very nice and interesting. Blogging is a fun experience, it has brought me into contact with people in different parts of the world and it is good to read about their everyday life. In spite of the differences there is a sameness which is fascinating. I have learnt and am learning something everyday. I have learnt to write haikus. I enjoy combining the thought and the number of syllables. I have always read books and I was happy to write short fiction. I had thought I would not be able to do so. Stream of Consciousness and photo challenges are fun too. Yes, there is so much in life that is sad and that hurts us. Many a time I wonder why life is so unfair to so many. We all have problems in life but the problems of many seems unbearable. This makes me feel so helpless. It is not possible to help everyone but we can do our bit, we can do something to help some in whatever way we can. Due to the pandemic I could not go to the Home for the mentally challenged for two years. I had been going there since 2011. I have started going again. I was happy that some members remembered me :) All of them are an important part of my life. There have been many challenges in life and we have faced them with a positive approach. Our grandson and granddaughter have made our lives richer.

5 comments

  1. I have always thought that old people have fascinating memories and now, I am one! It’s funny, though, how I can remember some things and not others. When I was four there was a small earthquake that I can’t remember but when the Great Freeze-up of 1962 started, I have a lot of fairly precise memories.

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      1. It was December 26th, 1962, Boxing Day, and I was outside on a cold day, kicking about the football O had had for Christmas. The ball went into the corner near the back door, and as I reached down to get it, a snowflake fell past my face. I looked up and there were lots of them, falling from the sky. I went inside, with the ball.
        That snow lasted until Easter in April 1963, with cold temperatures and persistent ice on the ground. A full account is here:
        https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_of_1962%E2%80%931963_in_the_United_Kingdom

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