tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post3728054043760969147..comments2024-03-24T21:33:34.140-04:00Comments on my juicy little universe: "paying no heed to the biting cold wind"Heidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-34466824817096179032010-05-29T13:13:30.091-04:002010-05-29T13:13:30.091-04:00What a fun poem!
Your preamble about failing mem...What a fun poem! <br /><br />Your preamble about failing memory is interesting. I had never joined the yen to write things down with a release of the need to remember. Of course I do that all the time with to-do lists. <br /><br />Makes one want to journal all the more diligently!<br /><br />Violet<br />(http://vnesdolypoems.wordpress.com)Violet N.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16586574800230604652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-7726660057852584392010-05-29T11:08:16.179-04:002010-05-29T11:08:16.179-04:00Couple of years ago I took a Psych. 101 class. Fou...Couple of years ago I took a Psych. 101 class. Found out as you age, you still are able to remember things, but it takes more time to memorize new things than it did when you were young. Long term memory is stored in the hippocampus. <br /><br />Enjoyed the poem!<br /><br />Laura Evans<br />who has experienced middle-life moments and senior vacations in mid-life. (Just ahead of my time, I guess.)all things poetryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584641409205152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-75110129524756371952010-05-29T06:04:57.507-04:002010-05-29T06:04:57.507-04:00"...in committing these experiences to paper ..."...in committing these experiences to paper I am perhaps erasing them from my mind." Thank you for giving me some hint as to why there might be such huge gaps in my memories! <br /><br />(And thanks for reminding me of all of the imagination games I played as a child -- in my favorite, I was a palomino galloping around the prairie of my back yard.)Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-90341759573131852622010-05-28T20:35:35.983-04:002010-05-28T20:35:35.983-04:00Oh, I am now remembering what it was like to play ...Oh, I am now remembering what it was like to play orphan...your "oatmeal box quivers full of arrows" and names and 1974 and "brave braids" bring back so clearly this true play. (I can't wait to show this to my children tomorrow...) Thank you!<br />A.Amy L Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03830987204619914326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-2776533435170439532010-05-28T10:12:23.039-04:002010-05-28T10:12:23.039-04:00Heidi, I've been flummoxed lately by my new ex...Heidi, I've been flummoxed lately by my new experience of memory lapses, so I find it oddly comforting to read this post. I also like the poem! The games we played as children felt realer than real...Kate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.com