Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Memories Begetting Memories
The most recent disappearance occurred about 6 years ago. Oddly, it has just been recently that I have wondered where the heck it had got to this time.
Setting up the new computer last week had me rummaging hither, thither and yon for this that and the other thing such as old installation CDs. That searching caused me to see the need for cleaning up the closet just a little bit. In said cleanup, I came across two old laptops, including a relic from 2001.
However, in the carrying case for the newer relic from 2005, I found a book; when I removed said book from the case, behold! out fell the bookmark.
Although the book cover looks familiar, I can't say that I truly remember the book. But from the date of the accompanying magazine stored alongside the book, I have to say that the whole caboodle has been hibernating since 2010. That jives with my memory of purchasing the next-to-most-recent-nearly-and-dearly-departed computer, which arrived in the latter part of 2010.
I bought it, the bookmark, about 60 years ago at a Sportsman Show in Montreal. Mabel, my best friend's mother took me, Nelson, Doris (his sister) and Myra (Doris's friend) out for the day. We went by bus and luxuriated home in a taxi, and I kept worrying about what the outing was costing the lady.
I don't recall much else about the day, except that in addition to buying this piece, I also purchased a Chicago Blackhawk crest. I was a Montreal fan, and not a Chicago fan, but I liked the crest, and the Blackhawks still have a great uniform, even if it is no longer politically correct.
The crest has long since disappeared, but memory tells me that both items cost 50¢, which was a fair whack of dough for me in those days. My allowance was 10 or 15¢ per week, but I assume that I was given some extra spending money for the day.
I also remember Nelson purchasing a cowboy hat for $2 and talking about it on the way home in the taxi. He said something to the effect that he had thought I was nuts for my purchases, and then didn't he go and spend two bucks on a hat (which I don't recall him ever wearing again).
Memory is a strange thing. It is said that you only remember something if it has an emotional impact on you. So, the event must have meant something to me. When I last rediscovered the bookmark those six years ago I asked Doris if she remembered the day, but she was totally blank, so it had no emotional impact on her. I must ask Nelson this time (although I may have done it before and can't remember), but I expect that it will be blank for him too.
Oh, by the way, and before I go, I want to note a connected memory. At the very top, you see the name, Caughnawaga. Actually, you can't see the whole name anymore, but that's what it said. Then, you see an Indian head, for Caughnawaga was an Indian reserve near Montreal.
I remember driving to the reserve for an evening church meeting. It was a little house meeting, and my dad had been asked to give the sermon. Another man, Danny Pazutto (sp?) brought his accordion, and he also drove us there and back in the vehicle that he also used as a taxi.
Since I am recording memories, I may as well go full out and say that my Dad's sermon never finished properly. A lady in the small congregation had an epileptic seizure, or so I presume it being that, and the service ended prematurely.
One more connected memory: back at our own church, we had the quaint custom of doing a [Jericho] march-around offering every Sunday morning. On more than one occasion, Danny, who sat closer to the front and by the aisle, would surreptitiously slip me a candy as I paraded by after tossing my nickle into the basket. Maybe we had made a connection, or maybe he simply thought that I was a bit deprived as my parents weren't exactly rolling in the dough. There's no one around to ask any more.
It happens every now and then that I wish I could ask about this or that, but no one remains. So, one piece of advice is for younger folk to ask of older folk about anything that they might possibly want to know. While there is still time.