tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post1046539207353741288..comments2024-03-05T11:10:29.953-05:00Comments on My Ancestors and Me: The Book of Me - Dream or Memory?Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-53573782258351601392013-11-18T00:48:02.469-05:002013-11-18T00:48:02.469-05:00I think it IS surprising to learn that what we tho...I think it IS surprising to learn that what we thought as children isn't always so, especially when it comes to size. I hadn't thought about hypnosis. Thinking about it now, as I'm writing this, I wonder if the dream, too, is one of those things about size. Maybe someone was holding me on the bridge and let me tip back a little and my memory thinks it was a lot. Hmmm. Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment, Karen.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-73719922668012618302013-11-10T18:29:25.998-05:002013-11-10T18:29:25.998-05:00Oh yes! Size is all about perspective. My grandp...Oh yes! Size is all about perspective. My grandparents lived in a big home on a corner lot, with a lovely front porch. That house was always big to me... until one day about ten years ago when I stopped and took a hard look at it, and it's really actually very small! Imagine my surprise! :) What a strange dream about the bridge. Wouldn't it be interesting to see what hypnosis might bring forth?<br />Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711776825293238093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-61915974215809343502013-11-09T20:07:25.579-05:002013-11-09T20:07:25.579-05:00I know what you mean, Wendy . I wrote a post abou...I know what you mean, Wendy . I wrote a post about second-hand memories discussing just this thing. Sometimes we hear an event retold so often, by different people with different perspectives, that we can put together a better "memory" than any one of them alone. I think it's especially true when we heard the stories when we were children.<br /><br />I have a post in progress about how memory and reality sometimes don't match, especially childhood memories. One of these days I'll finish it.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-41939754986484438782013-11-09T06:51:09.395-05:002013-11-09T06:51:09.395-05:00HA -- as I was reading about the "steep hill&...HA -- as I was reading about the "steep hill" I already imagined the conclusion. How often I remember a HUGE front yard only to find the house is really practically on the street. <br /><br />I have memories too that I question. Are they MY memories or have I created an image in my mind based on stories I've heard over and over? Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.com