Bloganuary: What Is The Earliest Memory You Have?

When you get to my age, there’s a tendency for actual memories to metamorphose into mere shadows of their former selves. Thus it is that I can remember what my earliest memory is, but now it’s an indirect recollection rather than something, the details of which I can still recall clearly at first hand, so…

Song Lyric Sunday: Memories – ‘Remember A Day’

One of the themes for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is memories, which – appropriately enough – reminded me of this poignant ode to the all too brief innocence of childhood. From Pink Floyd’s 1968 ‘Saucerful Of Secrets’ album and written by keyboard player Richard Wright. Remember a day before todayA day when you were…

Song Lyric Sunday: Photograph – ‘Old Friends’

“Preserve your memories/They’re all that’s left you” Usually, for Helen’s Song Lyric Sunday challenges I end up going with the first or second title that comes to mind. However, for this week’s theme of ‘picture/photograph’ I had to delve down to number four on my list. Number one was ‘Photograph’ by Ringo Starr; if that’s…

One-Liner Wednesday: Past The Halfway Mark

“You and I have memories/longer than the road that lies ahead”   – ‘Two Of  Us’, by Paul McCartney (credited to Lennon & McCartney), from the album ‘Let It Be’ – – – – – – – Last week’s One-Liner was about the future, so in the interests of editorial balance here’s one about the…

Song Lyric Sunday: Happy Memory – ‘Remember A Day’

This week, Helen at This Thing Called Life One Word At A Time has challenged us to post a set of song lyrics that ‘surrounds a happy memory’. I suppose you could take this one of two ways: either a song that holds links to a personal happy memory (so could, theoretically, be about anything)…

Too much information

For one who has turned self-effacement into an art form, ‘doing’ this blog doesn’t come naturally, especially when – inevitably – little autobiographical details emerge from time to time. Nonetheless, today I’m going to lift the veil just a little bit more. Rest assured that absolutely no self-aggrandisement is intended. I’d frankly rather pull out my own teeth than start vanity publishing.…

Hair Piece

I’ve always been attached to my hair – and thankfully my hair has always been attached to me. I was born yelling lustily and sporting a good headful of hair. Of course I don’t remember that but there’s an obvious parallel with my earliest memory, which was equally traumatic to me (although I suspect my mother…

Dawn Chorus 2

Today’s instalment of ‘365 Days of Writing Prompts’ tells us to write a post about the first thought we had when we woke up this morning. Well, I’m not going to do that – mainly because I can’t remember what it was – but it has prompted me to revisit something that has been sitting…