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“Without memory, there is no culture. Without memory, there would be no civilization, no society, no future.” Elie Wiesel

Motivation Mondays: Down Memory Lane

Motivation Mondays: Down Memory Lane

It’s surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time. Barbara Kingsolver
Memory is the treasure house of the mind wherein the monuments thereof are kept and preserved. Thomas Fuller
So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good. Helen Keller
Science and technology revolutionize our lives, but memory, tradition and myth frame our response. Arthur M. Schlesinger

The place where you felt happiest or safest: As I pack up my home of the last 25 years and ready myself for the next phase of my life, I am flooded with lots of memories. Memories of those early days in my marriage when we were expecting our twins and had just bought our first home. Memories of our toddlers tearing through the house as deer and other wildlife strolled across our property; many of them hanging out for a while to feast on my lovingly tended garden.  Memories of celebrations, graduations, resolutions and dissolution. There are good, not so good, and a few sad memories we carry throughout our lives and our homes share them with us, nurture us through all the changes, and offer us a sense of security we all crave. We cherish the good ones, erase or conveniently banish the bad ones, and tuck away the secrets that stay in the dark recesses of our being until we let them go. Memory is a fascinating subject because it is our ability to encode, store, retain and subsequently recall information and past experiences in the human brain Our brain is our key repository of memories and it can be as selective as we are picky. We have short and long term memory banks and we often reach for memories that have a special hold on us. Home is where I have felt happiest and safest. It is my place of respite and my family is and has always been a key factor in that equation.

As I contemplate my own journey down memory lane, I invite you to pause and reflect on your own. Do your recollections jibe with those of others around you? Do you have triggers that bring back floods of memories for you? I have to admit that food is a great trigger for me. Food is a great connector and I bet most of us have great memories of foods we enjoyed as kids; these could be favorite meals that always touched our hearts, special dishes that were made for important occasions or just the many memories of pleasurable comfort foods that nurtured us over the years.

When I think about food that reminds me of the past, the first two food items that dance before my eyes are ice cream and plantains. Now, those who know me up close know that fried plantains are my favorite food on this planet. It is the ultimate comfort food and it holds dear memories of days when I was much younger and, home sick from school, my parents would ask what I wanted to eat — I always said plantains. I love them ripe and sweet and fried perfectly without being oily or greasy. The trick is to fry them when they have turned a mustard yellow shade and in heated oil that isn’t too hot. Ice cream, especially vanilla ice cream, was a treat mainly because my Mom forbade sweets in our home. My siblings and I would run after the Ice cream truck with money collected from various aunts and uncles. We’d buy our treats and eat them quickly before heading back home; our sweet secret tucked away and our mouths wiped clean of any tell tale signs. I still love vanilla ice cream but, of course, nowadays there are far too many sophisticated flavors to choose from and I have added coffee and pistachio ice cream to my list of favorites. What food memories do you remember?
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Memory Lane by Ernestine Northover
Do you ever hear a haunting refrain,
Which takes you back to that moment again,
When memories flow and scenes are set,
And you, once more, relive the time you met.
How perfect, were those days back then,
Those days of romance, and the instant, when
Love hit you with a painful jolt,
And exquisite pain, you didn’t want to halt,
And playing along was a haunting refrain,
So let it now take you, down memory lane.
© Ernestine Northover via

Childhood by Rainer Maria Rilke
It would be good to give much thought, before
you try to find words for something so lost,
for those long childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so completely –and why?

We’re still reminded–: sometimes by a rain,
but we can no longer say what it means;
life was never again so filled with meeting,
with reunion and with passing on

as back then, when nothing happened to us
except what happens to things and creatures:
we lived their world as something human,
and became filled to the brim with figures.

And became as lonely as a sheperd
and as overburdened by vast distances,
and summoned and stirred as from far away,
and slowly, like a long new thread,
introduced into that picture-sequence
where now having to go on bewilders us. via famouspoetsandpoems

Excerpt from Memory by Anne Bronte
Sweet Memory! ever smile on me;
Nature’s chief beauties spring from thee,
Oh, still thy tribute bring!
Still make the golden crocus shine
Among the flowers the most divine,
The glory of the spring… via famouspoetsandpoems


“We are what we remember. If we lose our memory, we lose our identity and our identity is the accumulation of our experiences.” Erik Pevernagie

Motivation Mondays: Down Memory Lane

Motivation Mondays: Down Memory Lane

Motivation Mondays: Down Memory Lane

Motivation Mondays: Down Memory Lane

Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us. Oscar Wilde
Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream. Khalil Gibran
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going. Tennessee Williams
Karma, memory, and desire are just the software of the soul. It’s conditioning that the soul undergoes in order to create experience. And it’s a cycle… Deepak Chopra


What you thought you were going to be when you grew up?: I remember quite vividly of a visit to the doctor’s office as a kid and how impressed I was by the care and consideration the nurses, doctors and staff gave to everyone there. I remember visiting teaching hospitals and listening to my Mom discuss treatments and advances in patient care with the staff. I found it all quite intriguing and loved the cleanliness of the buildings, the determined looks on the faces of the staff as they scurried along heading to the next urgent care patient, and of course, I loved the scrubs and nurses uniforms. As a sick kid, I was grateful that they tended to my aches and pains, and a longing grew in my heart to one day become a doctor. I often mentioned it to friends and family and would always declare it as my when-I-grow-up job in school. Some cheered me on, others scoffed at my dream and, with time, the arts dominated my life and pushed the sciences into a corner. Sometimes, I wonder if I had pursued that dream where it would have led me. My siblings and a few friends still tell me it is never too late and that there are many areas of the medical field one can pursue… but the fire has turned from a flame to a flicker.  I love medical research and the breakthroughs in the field that help people with all sorts of illnesses survive. I admire the world of medicine and those who do good works to help patients and it is a field that still captivates me in so many ways.

Our childhood fears: I don’t know about you but, I have never been fond of bugs, horror movies or darkness. Oddly enough, these childhood fears have followed me into adulthood and I’m seriously not embarrassed to admit that. Bugs were always scary to look at and while some of my playmates thought it was fun to pick up worms, I had zero interest in any of that stuff. Horror movies always gave me nightmares and I would have flashbacks of scenes from such movies for days. Have I seen my share of them? Of course, I saw The Exorcist and that put me in bed for a week. As I got older, I simply stopped watching them. I just don’t care to be scared by such movies. Darkness outside is not bothersome, I just don’t like being in dark rooms. I sleep with a nightlight on and I always have a soft light on at home. I don’t know what’s behind that fear but, I do remember that, as a child, one of the homes we owned and lived in was haunted by ghosts.  They would come into our bedroom at night and hover at the foot of our bed but never attacked us. My Mom called a priest to bless the house after we shared our stories with her and that soon stopped happening.  What are your childhood fears?
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Memory Lane by Joseph T. Renaldi
As I sat on the glider on the front porch
And watched the attractive twilight glow,
I took an imaginary trip down memory lane
And envisioned the colorful flowers in a row.

The aroma of perfume from the flowering shrubs,
The scent of the freshly cut grass,
The fragrance from the assortment of flowers,
All mingled in an identifiable mass.

I heard the rousing voices of children,
How carefree and excited they seem.
I heard the clanging of a distant bell
As I continued my journey to fulfill my dream.

I heard the mourning dove cooing
And an owl hooting on the nearby hill.
I heard a variety of birds chirping,
Interrupting my dream that finally became nil.via

Memory Of Sun by Anna Akhmatova
Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
Grass grows yellower.
Faintly if at all the early snowflakes
Hover, hover.

Water becoming ice is slowing in
The narrow channels.
Nothing at all will happen here again,
Will ever happen.

Against the sky the willow spreads a fan
The silk’s torn off.
Maybe it’s better I did not become
Your wife.

Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
What is it? — Dark?
Perhaps! Winter will have occupied us
In the night. via famouspoetsandpoems

First Memory by Louise Gluck
Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was–
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved. via famouspoetsandpoems


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04/01   –  01 April Fool’s Day, 02 Autism Awareness, Equal Pay Day
04/07  –   07 World Health Day, 10 National Siblings Day
04/14 –   14 Palm Sunday, 15 Tax Day, 18 Holy Thursday, 19 Good Friday 
04/21   –  21 Easter Sunday/ Start of Passover22 Earth Day, 23 World Book Day
04/28 –    29 Remembrance Day, 30 Jazz Day


05/01   –  01 MAY Day, Holocaust Remembrance, National Mental Health Awareness month
05/05  –   05 Cinco de Mayo, 06, Ramadan starts, 07 National Teacher Day
05/12 –   12 Mother’s Day, 18 Armed Forces Day
05/19   –  19 Mental Health Awareness month
05/26 –    27 Memorial Day, 30 World MS Day

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“Maybe the idea of the world as flat isn’t a tribal memory or an archetypal memory, but something far older — a fox memory, a worm memory, a moss memory.” Mary Oliver

Motivation Mondays: Down Memory Lane

Motivation Mondays: Down Memory Lane

Motivation Mondays: Down Memory Lane

Motivation Mondays: Down Memory Lane

Happiness is good health and a bad memory. Ingrid Bergman
Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind. Lionel Hampton
Everything you do, every thought you have, every word you say creates a memory that you will hold in your body. Phylicia Rashad
Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day. Grandma Moses

Rekindled Memories: Is there something you wish you could get your hands on now? I believe that memories are our treasure box from a life lived … and we should cherish them. If I could go back in time, I would love to do a few things but these two are paramount: Reconnect with the Bates family and Record my family history through the eyes of my maternal and paternal grandmothers. Mr & Mrs Bates were my first parents in England. After my birth, my mother became gravely ill and couldn’t take care of me and my siblings. My dad was working towards his accounting degree in London, and he couldn’t manage two little kids and a baby on his own. So, he hired our foster family who took my sister and me into their beautiful cottage in Clacton-on-Sea in Essex and raised us like  their own kids. They were a loving and kind elderly couple with grown children, and my memories of time spent with them for the first 4-5 years of my life were filled with happy events and lots of laughter. We lost touch when my parents took us back and we relocated to Nigeria.

My grandmothers were powerful and dynamic women who would have had stellar careers if they had lived in a different time but, they achieved great things in their households and raised families of strong headed and determined children. I wish I had the opportunity and the clarity of mind to speak with them about our ancestral history and to record their perspectives on the role of women in society. I was in college in the US when my paternal grandmother died, and even though I have great memories of my interactions with her, I feel I missed an opportunity to tape her views. The same can be said for my maternal grandmother whose youthful genes the women in our family seem to have inherited. She lived well into her nineties with a straight back, a clear mind, and a swagger that would put any twenty year old to shame. She was fierceness personified.  Ahhh…  the walk down memory lane is a fascinating one. What memories were rekindled for you today? Do share.
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When Memory is full by Emily Dickinson
When Memory is full.
Put on the perfect Lid —
This Morning’s finest syllable.
Presumptuous Evening said —

A Memory of June by Claude McKay
When June comes dancing o’er the death of May,
With scarlet roses tinting her green breast,
And mating thrushes ushering in her day,
And Earth on tiptoe for her golden guest,

I always see the evening when we met–
The first of June baptized in tender rain–
And walked home through the wide streets, gleaming wet,
Arms locked, our warm flesh pulsing with love’s pain.

I always see the cheerful little room,
And in the corner, fresh and white, the bed,
Sweet scented with a delicate perfume,
Wherein for one night only we were wed;

Where in the starlit stillness we lay mute,
And heard the whispering showers all night long,
And your brown burning body was a lute
Whereon my passion played his fevered song.

When June comes dancing o’er the death of May,
With scarlet roses staining her fair feet,
My soul takes leave of me to sing all day
A love so fugitive and so complete. via famouspoetsandpoems

A Memory Of Youth by William Butler Yeats
The moments passed as at a play;
I had the wisdom love brings forth;
I had my share of mother-wit,
And yet for all that I could say,
And though I had her praise for it,
A cloud blown from the cut-throat North
Suddenly hid Love’s moon away.

Believing every word I said,
I praised her body and her mind
Till pride had made her eyes grow bright,
And pleasure made her cheeks grow red,
And vanity her footfall light,
Yet we, for all that praise, could find
Nothing but darkness overhead.

We sat as silent as a stone,
We knew, though she’d not said a word,
That even the best of love must die,
And had been savagely undone
Were it not that Love upon the cry
Of a most ridiculous little bird
Tore from the clouds his marvelous moon. via famouspoetsandpoems
This post was inspired by a prompt from WP Daily Post: Five Posts to Write Right Now


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Positive Motivation Tip: Memories are our treasure box from a live lived… cherish yours

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Until Next Time…
Ask. Believe. Receive. ©
Elizabeth Obih-Frank
Mirth and Motivation
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  1. Eliz@MirthandMotivation permalink*
    30/05/2019 2:01 am

    Thank your dear reader for making your way here! Please pause and think about what you can add to keep this conversation on a high level. You are here… make it matter. Please don’t thank me for sharing. Let me do the thanking. Don’t tell me great post either… that’s what all the lazy thinking spammers say, and your comment will end up in my spam box. Think about the post you see and respond to its content. I will always do the same for you… Let’s respect our blog visits with each other. Stay encouraged and Thank You! <3 🙂


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