Memory, space and time and the redrawing of a line

Tonight I went back and retraced activities in places from long ago. I went
to the Annex in Toronto and walked around Harbord Street and Bloor Street,
had a massive wiener schnitzel meal at Country Style and then went to see
Jonathan Demme and Talking Heads great concert film, Stop Making Sense.
These are things I used to do often many many years ago, for the theatre
that showed the film, the Bloor Cinema, used to play the film at least once
a month in the mid 80s, it seemed. I lived near it then, and whenever I had
nothing to do, I might grab some Hungarian food - for Bloor Street had a
lot of Hungarian places then - and enjoy that film.

If you are wise, you will have places that are memory touchstones for you,
places that you can revisit, that will be like a cache of good memories.
Like any good cache, you can draw upon them as needed by going there
whenever you needed to be refreshed and rejuvenated. I recommend you
cultivate such places, places that you may not visit often but that are
accessible whenever you are in need. A wise person also has such stores to
get them through the leaner parts of life. Or perhaps you can look at them
more optimistically and treat them like a rare wine cellar which you dip
into every so often for that great bottle to enjoy and to remember.

Last week I watched a video of a line being retraced. As it was retraced
over and over, each new line varied more and more from the original until
the later lines were quiet different than the original. Still, there was
that resemblance, that connection through time. So to tonight, when I was
revisiting my old neighborhood, I could still feel some of the same things
I felt many years ago, even though much has changed and I am no longer the
same in many ways. For though much has changed, many more things in the
places and the food and the theatre and the film, even myself...many things
have remained the same. The line redrawn tonight had enough points in
common with the lines I would often draw many years ago.

Memory is often though of as a picture, or a storage cabinet, but memory
may be like a flower. A flower, a rose perhaps, red, white, perhaps even
tea stained, that opens up in the early morning just as you are walking by,
walking in that distracted way we all walk when we are in a hurry to
complete the ordinary, when out of the edge of our vision we see its
vividness and are drawn to come closer and soak up the smell of it and
perhaps even mistakenly catch ourselves on its thorns. Memories may not be
passive things like files or photos. Memories may engage us and transfix
and tranform us, much like the rose that waves at us as we stroll by on
what would otherwise by an ordinary day in our life.

We should cultivate the moments in our lives like the gardiner cultivates
her rose garden, for those moments will be our memories, our roses.
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  • Feb 24 2011, 7:07 AM
    Tom Plaskon responded:
    Great post, Bernie. I also think it's interesting to note that memories are not static. Although we may think that we can recall things in great detail much of that detail is fabricated by our minds, and often this is done using newer memories. Here's a famous psychological experiment about false memories (check out Experiment #2), http://www.psychwiki.com/wiki/False_Memories#Evidence_Presented .
  • Feb 24 2011, 7:08 AM
    Joanne MacDonald responded:
    My God!
    I LOVED this!
    ...Should be published!
    Really beautifully put, Mr. Michalik.
    Thanks for sharing! : )
    P.S.> The photo triggered a memory for me too; of the grand old Vogue Theatre in Sydney. I could almost remember the smell of it! lol! And, I remember how it seemed like such a big adventure to go there when I was young.