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Feb. 21st, 2007 09:49 amEvery once in a while, memories just hit with the force of a physical impact. I'm fortunate in that I've had a good enough life that most of the time when I get these memories, they're of good things.
A lot of the time when I pick up a deck of cards, I'm hit with the memory of my father teaching me how to play gin. He and I haven't played gin since Thanksgiving, and I played badly enough that we needed a ruling from my grandfather about how to score it -- Dad knocked on gin, and as we were trying to work out points, we discovered that I also had gin. So we needed a ruling from Papa about whether this would count as an undercut. Papa found in favor of Dad.
Memory is strange. It's weird what is a strong memory, what is a weak memory. Some things leave deep craters, some things just glance off. Sometimes I have only the vaguest memory of a significant event, sometimes I have a trivial memory etched deep into my mind.
A lot of the time when I pick up a deck of cards, I'm hit with the memory of my father teaching me how to play gin. He and I haven't played gin since Thanksgiving, and I played badly enough that we needed a ruling from my grandfather about how to score it -- Dad knocked on gin, and as we were trying to work out points, we discovered that I also had gin. So we needed a ruling from Papa about whether this would count as an undercut. Papa found in favor of Dad.
Memory is strange. It's weird what is a strong memory, what is a weak memory. Some things leave deep craters, some things just glance off. Sometimes I have only the vaguest memory of a significant event, sometimes I have a trivial memory etched deep into my mind.