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Over the weekend, when I
called my sister to wish her happy birthday, she and I began to
reminisce, and discovered a great difference in the way our memories
function. My memories of life are a great blur, spinning around in the
back of my mind constantly out of focus. If prompted, I can perhaps pull
up an image, or a single brief moment, maybe, but I don’t normally
access them regularly on my own. I can remember how I felt about the
experience more than the specifics of the situation.
My sister
(I’ve noted this about my cousin as well) stores vivid, detailed
memories--and lots of them. I’ve spent a lot of my life making memories
with both my sister and my cousin, and I truly wish I shared their
capability to relive those moments in their minds 20, 30, almost 40
years later.
Nobody
remembers everything, and I believe we all suffer from “selective
memory.” No matter what it is we remember, the way we share and relate
those memories now is still by choice, and attitude, and audience.
Most people look to a
newspaper for a recording of current events. They look to the newspaper
to see what’s happening now, or just last week. News itself mandates the
context of the here and now--what’s happening now, what’s developing
now, current trends, current events.
Last week’s paper is old
news. Almost forgotten, last week’s newspapers are trash, in the can,
the recycling bin, the flower bed as mulch. Last week’s paper lines the
litter box. Right?
Well, for
some people, last week’s news, when it gets old, becomes history. Last
week’s issue, and the one before that, and the one before that--they’re
all, literally, history now. Past issues of The Calhoun
Chronicle/Grantsville News are recorded memories of our community.
What we
include in this week’s issue is this week’s record of tomorrow’s
history. Fifty years from now, historians will read these pages to make
educated assumptions about who we were.
No matter what your interest, genealogy, history, sports or government,
a stroll through the archives of your local newspaper can be
interesting, to say the least. For me it is reassuring to know that any
time I want to refresh my memories, I can find them written down and
recorded, waiting for me to reread. |