A Mother’s memory

Following on from my post yesterday – I was overcome with curiosity about what had my parents done that first night we were in our new house. Today I asked my 85-year-old mother.

“No. I think you’ve got it wrong Irene. I can’t remember going out and buying beds for you.”

“We did. Remember we both got beds with the bookcase in the bed-head and I had the pink mattress and my brother the blue one.”

“I remember the beds but we got them much later. You’re memory isn’t right.”

That was the conversation before we went and had lunch. Several hours later, when walking the dog, I received a phone call.

“You were right Irene. I’ve looked up the account book. We did buy beds. They cost 36 pounds and I found that we sold furniture on the ‘in’ side before leaving Tamworth. We got 72 pounds for it.”

“What about your bed?”

“Our bed came with the furniture. We had bought a suite in Tamworth and it definitely came with us”

So my parents stringent accounting records proved to be worthwhile and came to the rescue – My parents didn’t have to sleep on the floor and my three (nearly 4) year old memory was pretty spot on.

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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19 Responses to A Mother’s memory

  1. xbox2121 says:

    It is pretty amazing you can remember something from such a young age.


  2. I’m enjoying your blog. Isn’t it fun to visit with the older members of our family about our shared histories? I’m really impressed with your mom. She sounds like one organized lady to have had records from way back when.


    • I’m glad you are enjoying my blog Pamela. I have really enjoyed doing it. I love the memories that come out and as you say, visiting with family and resharing of history, finding the differences in those memories and learning about histories that you played no part in but make you who you are. My Mun certainly is an organised, switched on lady. She puts me to shame.


  3. Charli Mills says:

    Amazing on both accounts (pun intended)! πŸ™‚

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  4. Reblogged this on Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) and commented:

    Throwback Thursday I am reposting the post the post that followed last weeks Spare Room.


  5. I love this Irene. We were discussing the age of beginning memory just today. One man remembered things strongly at 3 1/2, so you are spot on at 4. I have fleeting spots of memory before the ago of 4, but nothing strong.

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    • Memory is a strange thing. My husband doesn’t have any early memories at all and someone else I know declares thy remember being a baby in the cot. I think the early memories really are things that had a large impact on you. Probably things that shaped your personality into the future.


  6. Amazing, Irene. I do think my first memories of any sort come from sometime between ages 3-4. Of course I had some help later when I saw photos!

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  7. My earliest memory is of skipping around the dining-room table singing “Tomorrow I shall be SIX !”. You musta been precocious. πŸ™‚

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  8. Sherri says:

    This is fasciinating once again, this old business of memory and how differently we view things. Having those accounts to hand came in very handy…and how great was/is your memory? Glad you stuck to your guns πŸ™‚

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