Kristen S Kuhns [ksk]

 
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Kristen's Story > Chapters > Memories or Forced recollections?

"Memories light the corner of my mind" 

 

Date Range: 01/01/1970 To 12/31/1979   Comments: 8   Views: 22,848
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Misty water colored memories...

Am I the only one this happens to? As I get older, I can't remember any more if my memories are valid memories, or whether I've made the memories up in my head. For example, I have very little recollections of the first two houses I grew up in, but I have two very vivid memories, one taking place in each house.

The problem is that one is based on a photo of me in my walker, reaching up to the piano and trying to play. Do I really remember doing that? I THINK that I do. But maybe I have just seen that picture so many times that I created some false memory. It seems real enough. The other one is a story that was told to me (and about me) many, many times where apparently I was having a temper tantrum and slammed a bedroom door shut, breaking a mirror (7 years bad luck?). I can clearly picture myself getting upset and slamming the door and hearing the breaking glass, cringing because I knew I was going to be in trouble for that. Or do I remember? Argh.

I'll have to dig up that photo of the piano and put it here. The shattering-the-mirror-during-a -fit-of-rage story, well, it's obviously not flattering but I'm sharing it in order that hopefully I'm not the only one who has such things happen. I have friends who say they can remember things like a particular mobile that hung over their crib, or feeding time, or other things. I think they are full of it, but who am I to say. Maybe they do remember the shoot down the water tunnel to Hello World!

Anyway maybe it's a touch of senility in my 30's. Who knows. The memories are nice to hold on to whether they're truly memories or forced into the depths of my psyche....

Once I had a dream. I do not remember this dream; I do not remember dreaming it. But it must have been a dream, years and years ago. You have those dreams where things are SO real that you wake up with a vague feeling of dissociative recollection? Possibly even to the point of sometimes having to think really hard about whether something actually happened or whether you dreamt it?

Well this dream involved two relatives (sisters of more than 12 years difference in age), where the older one's husband was interested in dating the younger sister, but she was too young, so he went after the older sister (and married her and had scores of children). For the longest time - I am talking YEARS here - I always thought this was true. Once day I mentioned to the 'younger sister' who started laughing hysterically and asked me where in the world I came up with this delusional thought. And it provides amusement to no end (they still make laughing references to it when the family is all gathered).

I hadn't thought it was important enough to bring into a discussion and if I hadn't that one time, I would have continued thinking that was true - until the day I died.

Maybe I should go get hypnotized or something & straighten this mess out :)



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Member Since
Aug 2007
Michael Angelo said:
posted on Jul 12, 2007
remembering old times as we want to see them

Repressed memories eh? As long as they aren't horrible, just hold on to them :)


Member Since
Aug 2007
Megan Caufield said:
posted on Jul 21, 2007
I think we all do that

It's what keeps psychiatrists in business ;)


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Feb 2009
MaryHelen Cuellar said:
posted on Feb 17, 2009
My sister and I had this same conversation just yesterday

After my sister read some of my stories on this website, she said she didn't remember some of it the way I did, and when I heard what she remembered....well!  I hold on to my reality because it is mine (and I concede the fact that hers is hers and correct to her).  Lately, I have been amazed when people say "remember when we....?"  and I DON'T.  Maybe they were dreaming......:-).  Don't know if I've ever had a dream that I continued to think was reality or not, but have had to remind myself during the day that it WAS a dream and not reality.  Good thing you are writing all this down because it does get very misty, and I should have taken better notes; you're still young enough to do that. 


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Aug 2007
Kristen Kuhns said:
posted on Feb 17, 2009
my childhood is a complete blur

I have little snippets, more like pictures than movies, and I have no idea if they're true or if I "remember" them from pictures I've seen. most of it is just a blur - well except for the times I got into trouble :) Life lessons eh??? LOL. Yes I think the connection portion of the site is really important. Books, DVDs, notes, computers, even websites/blogs can all last for a time but can all be lost or destroyed, so SOML is like an extra insurance policy against that, but also, and just as importantly, linking people together through their stories.....


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Feb 2009
MaryHelen Cuellar said:
posted on Feb 17, 2009
Snapshot memories

Kristen; interesting you said "snippets like pictures" as I just posted a story called Snapshot Memories from my very early chilhood, during my formative years from 3-5 when the memory is just a moment frozen in time like a "snapshot".  (P.S. My very best friend lives in San Francisco)


Member Since
Aug 2007
Kristen Kuhns said:
posted on Feb 17, 2009
I just saw that!

Great minds think alike, right??? :) I have movie snippets and photo-like snippets.  SF is a great place. Too bad it's always vilifed in politics, but such a diverse and rich culture here - I really really love it. Dare I say it's the the prettiest city in the US?


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Mar 2009
Karen Moore said:
posted on May 21, 2009
I have snapshot memories too

Kristen, I truly relate to this story of yours.  I often wonder the same things and it's comforting to find out I'm not the only one! 

I have a box of photos that I was given after my Mom passed.  The next time I go through them I'm going to go slowly through, since now I have a place to write about the memories that come to me! (And they're going in to my scrapbook family album ...)   I LOVE this website and am very grateful for it!!!  Thanks for all you do!


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Aug 2007
Kristen Kuhns said:
posted on May 21, 2009
probably a lot of people do

Karen, we're thrilled to have you here :) Let us know what we can do for you (or anyone who reads this) on the site too!

kristen