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50-Word Vignette #27

Prompt: Earliest Memory

My feet remember this path, this land. Something inside me stirs and reaches for memory so old I know it doesn't belong to me; it rouses in my blood and bones, in my soul, speaking to me from the deep past of this sacred place. I have been here before ...

Anybody else like to join in and write their own? Just post it in the comments. All welcome.

A true story...

Date: 2015-03-13 11:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Her toe catches, she drops through the air, thistledown twirling; her frock flying out like a parachute.
Falling falling…
From somewhere, her mother’s cry of alarm. ‘She’s falling!’
Slow tumbling, the roses on the stair carpet floating past.
Strong hands reaching, catching her. She’s safe.
‘Daddy’s girl.’
Her earliest memory.

Re: A true story...

Date: 2015-03-13 12:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Love the 'thistledown twirling' :O)

And the parachute skirt reminds me of a particularly voluminous skirt I wore to work many years back. One of my friends and work colleagues exclaimed, 'Let's throw Jenny out the window and see if she floats!'

Re: A true story...

Date: 2015-03-13 12:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you. :)
(With friends like that who needs enemies?)

I was about two. I remember falling & my daddy catching me. I remember being a bit older & sitting on the wall in front of the privet hedge waiting for him to come home on leave. The war was over but he had yet to be de-mobbed.

PS: Your vignette is lovely - but you knew I'd like it... ;) My feet remember this path, this land...

Re: A true story...

Date: 2015-03-13 01:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

I very much feel an intense connection to place these days, and to mankind's ancient footprints on the land. The news coming out of Iraq about IS destroying Nimrud and Hatra makes me sob.

Also, wow, you have really early memories, and such lovely ones. Mine don't go back to when I was two.
Edited Date: 2015-03-13 01:05 pm (UTC)

Re: A true story...

Date: 2015-03-13 02:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yes. Tragic.

After those memories there's a big leap forward to when I was about seven or eight. Those two are very clear though. And precious. ;)

Re: A true story...

Date: 2015-03-13 02:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
There's something very 'deep' about the fact that your earliest memory is one of being caught and saved. I love that.

Date: 2015-03-13 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
“what is your earliest memory” he said
he sat across the desk from me
why was i here?
was he trying to help me?
i noticed the box of tissues on his desk
he waited
“i don’t know, brushing my teeth,”i said
“no, not this morning”
sighed my therapist

Date: 2015-03-14 11:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
ROFL! You're a comic genius!

Date: 2015-03-14 12:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Black and white... grainy, an afterimage like an old tv screen. A smaller screen near the door, its flickering pictures since sharpened by fame. The rest - desks, chairs, blackboard, teachers, schoolmates - blurred by time.

In a darkened schoolroom on one world, we watch a man step onto another.

Date: 2015-03-14 11:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hi Sally! Welcome to the Friday Vignettes, and thanks for playing along.

I especially love the line, "its flickering pictures since sharpened by fame".

Date: 2015-03-15 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks - I can't even begin to count the number of times I've seen that first step since, but the first one, the one I shared with most of the world, will also be It.

Date: 2015-03-14 03:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Adding my welcome to our wee circle. :)
And my thanks!
This is a charming piece of writing.

Date: 2015-03-15 08:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Date: 2015-03-14 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I must have been there before. Even many times. It lay on the road to the market, and I remember the market well, from the flapping banners to the vendors' cries and the sweet marzipan.

Nevertheless, the day when snow was falling -- that is my first memory of the crossroad.

Date: 2015-03-14 11:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I have the sense that this is based on something real?

Date: 2015-03-14 04:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Actually, it's part of the backstory for a character in a WIP.

Date: 2015-03-14 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I tried to find a different meaning in "Earliest Memory," and thought about how involved "memory" is with computers now ...

The machine could store 64 kilobytes' worth of information. Wow, we said. Back then, we could not imagine needing more memory than that. It was a fancy gadget, a luxury. It took work to use. Back then, it was enough.

Date: 2015-03-14 11:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Nice alternative take on the prompt :O)

It's terrifying how quickly the world of computing has evolved, isn't it?

Date: 2015-03-15 12:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I still remember our first calculator. About two inches thick and you had to plug it into a wall.

Date: 2015-03-14 07:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
an interesting different take on memory !
thanks for going in a different direction

Date: 2015-03-15 12:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks! I remember those pre-computer days.

Date: 2015-03-15 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
lol so do i !
my home office was a word processor and a land line
and then a wondrous thing appeared - a fax/copier combination!


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