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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.