The erosion of remembrance

Old faded photograph

And, well, I suppose that's partly why I don't have much faith in the notion of permanence.
Anything can be taken from you, at any moment. Even the past isn't guaranteed.
You can lose that, too, slowly, like water eating away at stone.
- Ava Reid - 

...perhaps it was more like a bread crumb than a proper piece of a memory,
but every lover of fairytales knew that bread crumb trails were always worth following.
- Stephanie Garber -

When memories fade, can one ever really return home?
- Floyd Skloot -

 

Cooking and memories

In my earlier post A Sunday breakfast from the Great Depression Clara cooked some Depression era dishes and reminisced about her youth. This post features several Japanese grandmothers doing the same. Although, unlike Clara's videos they don't contain actual recipes, they just cook as they talk. The videos are beautifully filmed. They also are captioned.

30 days at sea

This is a time lapse of a cargo ship traveling from the Red Sea to Hong Kong. Many years ago I sailed much the same waters, but I was on a warship and I remember the trip as being from east to west.

We had left Hong Kong and were in the Gulf of Tonkin when the Yom Kippur War started. The carrier group I was with pulled out and sailed through the Straits of Malacca and headed first to the Gulf of Oman off the Straits of Hormuz, and eventually south to the Gulf of Aden where my ship, and another destroyer, ran a blockade of the Bab el-Mendab Straits into the Red Sea.

It was hotter than hell and the sky was yellow with wind-blown sand. The Indian Ocean was beautiful.

Sugary Cereals With Prizes Inside

Brigid at Borepatch's put up the post When Your Cereal Selection is Based on the Prize in the Box - Growing up in the 60's. She looks back at the sugary cereals of her youth and the little toy prizes that came in them. It is a nice trip down memory lane.

My brother and I were raised on the sugar-sweetened joy of the 60's.   My favorite Western RanchHands were Twinkie the Kid and the Hostess Cupcake. We drank Koolaid (Soda Pop was an expense that was only the rarest of treats in my house), or better yet, cold water from the garden hose. We watched TV when we could, but mostly we ran, we jumped, we covered miles of ground on our bikes. TV was a treat, not a weekend-long marathon and the backyard was our empire, one of constant motion. None of us had an ounce of spare flesh on us, we were lean and healthy from all the outdoor playtime.

And our cereal came with prizes in the box. 

Follow the link above and read the whole thing. By the way, speaking of prizes inside, here is a link to an old post of mine about Cracker Jack.