Value for Saturday of Week 53 in the season of Harvest and Celebration

Remembering

By remembering, we return to the meaning in our past. We get our sense of identity from our memories.

  • We may never pass this way again. [Title of a song by Seals and Crofts]
  • Grief starts to become indulgent, and it doesn’t serve anyone, and it’s painful. But if you transform it into remembrance, then you’re magnifying the person you lost and also giving something of that person to other people, so they can experience something of that person. [Patti Smith]
  • Melody is a form of remembrance. It must have a quality of inevitability in our ears. [Gian Carlo Menotti]

Only a special work of art can avoid becoming cliche with overuse. The song “Auld Lang Syne” meets this test as well as any. The lyrics are those of a poem by the great Scottish poet Robert Burns.

Memory is the process of retaining of knowledge over a period for the function of affecting future actions. It can be divided into declarative and procedural types.Memory is the process of retaining of knowledge over a period for the function of affecting future actions. It can be divided into declarative and procedural types.” “The formation of long-term memories is a function necessary for an adaptive survival.

Long-term memory is achieved through a consolidation process where structural and molecular changes integrate information into a stable memory. However, environmental conditions constantly change, and organisms must adapt their behavior by updating their memories, providing dynamic flexibility for adaptive responses.” “System consolidation models suggest that memories are initially stored in the hippocampus and are gradually consolidated into the neocortex over time. The consolidation process involves a hippocampal-neocortical binding process incorporating newly acquired information into existing cognitive schemata.

Memory is essential to learning, and to the execution of daily activities. Nostalgic memory adds a component of meaning of the thing(s) remembered. 

“. . . meaning guides the reconstruction of the past.” “. . . the making of meaning is based on an interplay between memory retrieval and unification operations.

Remembering and commemorating the past, briefly, serves a useful function. It allows us a catharsis and prepares us to resume our work.

Real

True Narratives

Book narratives:

Technical and Analytical Readings

On nostalgia:

Photographs

Documentary and Educational Films

Imaginary

Fictional Narratives

The winter sun goes down over town and village; on the sea it makes a rosy path, as if the Sacred tread were fresh upon the water. A few more moments, and it sinks, and night comes on, and lights begin to sparkle in the prospect. On the hill-side beyond the shapelessly-diffused town, and in the quiet keeping of the trees that gird the village-steeple, remembrances are cut in stone, planted in common flowers, growing in grass, entwined with lowly brambles around many a mound of earth. In town and village, there are doors and windows closed against the weather, there are flaming logs heaped high, there are joyful faces, there is healthy music of voices. Be all ungentleness and harm excluded from the temples of the Household Gods, but be those remembrances admitted with tender encouragement! They are of the time and all its comforting and peaceful reassurances; and of the history that re-united even upon earth the living and the dead; and of the broad beneficence and goodness that too many men have tried to tear to narrow shreds. [Charles Dickens, “What Christmas Is As We Grow Older” (1851).]

Joyful remembrances:

  • Kathryn Forbes, Mama's Bank Account (Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1943).
  • Frank B. Gilbreth, Jr., and Ernestine Gilbreth Carey, Cheaper by the Dozen (T.Y. Crowell Co., 1948).

Regretful remembrances:

Poignant remembrances:

Transformative remembrances:

Poetry

During that summer
When unicorns were still possible;
When the purpose of knees 
Was to be skinned;
When shiny horse chestnuts
    (Hollowed out
    Fitted with straws
    Crammed with tobacco
    Stolen from butts
    In family ashtrays)
Were puffed in green lizard silence
While straddling thick branches
Far above and away
From the softening effects
Of civilization;

During that summer--
Which may never have been at all;
But which has become more real
Than the one that was--
Watermelons ruled.

Thick imperial slices 
Melting frigidly on sun-parched tongues
Dribbling from chins;
Leaving the best part,
The black bullet seeds,
To be spit out in rapid fire
Against the wall
Against the wind
Against each other;

And when the ammunition was spent,
There was always another bite:
It was a summer of limitless bites,
Of hungers quickly felt 
And quickly forgotten
With the next careless gorging.

The bites are fewer now.
Each one is savored lingeringly,
Swallowed reluctantly.

But in a jar put up by Felicity,
The summer which maybe never was
Has been captured and preserved.
And when we unscrew the lid
And slice off a piece
And let it linger on our tongue:
Unicorns become possible again.

[John Tobias, “Reflections On a Gift of Watermelon Pickle Received from a Friend Called Felicity”.]

Other poems:

Music: Composers, artists, and major works

Compositions:

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Music: songs and other short pieces

Visual Arts

Film and Stage

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