Memories saved in the brain


Saturday I had the privilege of  making the trek to Lancaster to spend part of the day with my mom & sisters aka “the Aaron Ladies” (we’re all part of the tribe of Aaron).  We went out to lunch at this fun cafe “Lickety Split”.  That name in itself brings up lots of memories in my brain.  Lickety Split started out as an ice-cream truck that traveled to different towns different nights of the week.  Wednesday was the night it hit Blue Ball.  And I remember many a night sitting at the dinner table, hearing the faint sound of ice-cream music, and dashing out the front door.  My favorite thing from them was the dusty road sundae.

And thinking about those night makes me think of my neighbors (they were often out for ice-cream too) and their family and how two of there family members are gone and how life constantly changes.

And it takes me back to the days when life was simple and we played ball in the back yard with dad.  And we should do that again.  Just for memories sake.  But we’ll never be able to totally recapture what once was.  Which urges me to totally engage with what is right now.

How’s that for a trip down memory lane.  Back to the present.  We had a fun lunch together.  And I had huge regret the moment I realized I had forgotten my camara.  I was so annoyed, cause how else do you preserve memories if you don’t have pictures to look at.

And then I remembered my brain and how my brain has it’s own snapshots preserved from years gone by.  So a few snapshots from my brain. . .

1.  The moment someone saw the sign “Drink coffee – do stupid things faster” and how we thought Michele should wear it around her neck the rest of the day because she had just unwillingly pulled an almost all-nighter due to caffeine.

2.  The moment we sunk our teeth into those delicious sandwiches.  They’re calling me back.

3.  The moment of just being.  Being together around a table, all adult woman, talking without distractions.  Soaking up the moment of quality time with the Aaron ladies.

I really should give my brain more credit and appreciation for the snapshots it takes.  But I really should push my brain to remember to take along that other memory storing device  – a camara.

But I’m thankful for memory and am praying with my Grandpa for a clear mind to the end so the memories from the past and the moments of now, be preserved.

Oh, and one more snapshot from the day.  I spent a bit of time at my childhood home with my parents and my brothers.  Except my brothers weren’t there.  Some one has gone and replaced my little, silly, annoying, cuddly, brothers with grown men.  These men weren’t little, still silly and maybe annoyingly so.  Not so cuddly – more rough.  Grown ups who kinda know a few things.  Taller then me and even dad.  I think I like these grown men, but I do wonder what happened to my little brothers.

My brain has a lot of work to do remembering things past and capturing the moment.

Remember & Capture

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