Maybe I should have named my blog Potpourri or Pastiche or simply a Savory Stew because I aim to throw a lot of different things into the pot, mostly about reading, writing and art, but many other things, too, because I’ve lived a long time and have a lot of interests. I also will include here thoughts of others I come upon who share my loves. Including those of you who care to share your thoughts and impressions.
posted by Ed Farber on October 31, 2014

I recently ran across a local St. Louis website:  in which Dave Lossos, the proprietor, allows people to put down their own memories, and there are hundreds of reminiscences. Having begun in 2001, the site is so large it’s divided into years down to the present. It’s worth a trip down memory lane for those who, like me, enjoy reminiscing  about growing up in St. Louis.

We reminisce more often as we grow older. We think back through the years to earlier times before bad backs and arthritic knees and all the other ailments that afflict us when we reach the “golden” years. Those years we bring up from the past, however, are forever golden to us, having been stored in special compartments of our brain with subconscious titles such as “Youth", “The Girl That I Married", “My Family", and thousands perhaps millions more. We all have them although the labels may be different for each of us. Scientists may cloak these memory links in terms such as synapses, and neuro-messengers, but to us they are simply a way to relive certain important--or trivial--moments in our lives.

Reminiscing is comforting to most of us. The memories are usually softened by our own emotions, clothed in an amber glow like flashbacks in some movies. We tend to forget memories that are painful, relegating them to a distant part of the brain. Remembering a loved one we have lost, however, may be bathed in sadness for the loss but comforting for the sheer magic of reliving the happy times we had with that person.

A family history is one way to resurrect memories that may be deeply buried among those synapses in our brains. When I wrote mine, I was amazed and immensely pleased at how many memories emerged, unbidden for the most part, of childhood friends, relatives long deceased, school chums, girlfriends, classrooms, courses, fun times. The pleasure came from experiencing once again a person, a place, an incident which had touched my life in such a way as to leave a lasting imprint.

The best reminiscences are those shared with others. “Remember when we kids were lost in Forest Park?” you might say to your friend or family member. This will elicit a steady stream of other memories associated with the first. Some people have a gift for remembering “the old days.” My friend, Joe, a pal for more than 75 years, was such a person. He could remember in detail events that had occurred decades before, times I had shared with him but forgotten. Every time we had lunch together we also shared memories. Having passed away recently, Joe is one of my fond memories. Even now, when I come across something that stirs up a memory, I will think, “Joe would remember that better than I do.”

Reminiscing was the impetus for my first book, Looking Back with a Smile, a Kindle ebook available at: in which I included brief and humorous recollections about growing up, school, the military, marriage, kids, grandkids and pets spanning more than seven decades. While the reminiscences are mine, the humor in them, I think, is universal and may help to bring back many of your own memories stored somewhere in those subconscious compartments in your mind.






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