History has the ability ….
…to transport us to another time and place–including our own past.
The recent docu-series
on serial killer Ted Bundy transported me instantly back to my days at Florida State University and his reign of terror in Tallahassee. Michael and I were in our first marriage and I was in my first job after grad school. I’d been teaching undergrad classes and was pretty sure one of the Chi Omega victims had been a student.
I remember how terrorized campus was and how at the time, I resembled his usual victim: long, dark hair parted in the middle. I can’t ever hear about this psychopath without thinking of that time in my life, when I was a young married woman just starting off in her career, married to a lawyer. I had no inkling that we’d divorce just a couple years later. And certainly would not have predicted a remarriage 26 years later!
Whenever I see Bill Clinton
I think of the year he took office and the hope with which I and my very liberal boyfriend-soon-to-be -husband greeted that news. Bob and I worked together but we also secretly dated for a while, and then “came out.” I remember the more than a dozen years we spent together vividly.
As I reminisced I remembered my mother’s visits from the East coast and how we’d spend weekends at Bob’s Aptos home. That led to an evening when my gay BFF (then and now) and my mom cooked together in the small galley kitchen, bumping rear ends and laughing, smoking cigarettes on the porch. I recall Bob introducing me to lattes, to real bicycling and to the idea that men could cook really well. I was not in love with Bob, but I loved him deeply and still do.
See how detailed–and tangled– memories of our own history can be?
It’s fascinating how reminders of an era from our past can be almost like a time machine, moving us back and forth along the continuum of our lives as we almost re-live our history and the things we remember.
Does this happen to you?
If it does, I’d love to know what triggers these walks down Memory Lane for you. Just leave a Comment!