Monday, 5 November 2012
When I was in Milas recently, collecting medication from the eczane, I looked at one of boxes at the name of the drug, and instantly remembered that it was marketed by a pharmaceutical company that I worked for more than 35 years ago.
Sitting on the bus I let my mind wander back to that time, recalling the name of the company. I had many jobs during those times and only worked for this particular company on a temporary basis for about three months. Not only did I remember the name of the company, but also the full names of the two pharmacists I worked for and the other secretary whose office I shared. I can clearly recall the way they dressed, the hairstyles, how they preferred their coffee. I even remember one of them saying that her favourite breakfast was grilled tomatoes on toast.
I am amazed that I can recall so much detail from so long ago, but so little from some recent events. It's almost like the older we get, the more the memory plays tricks on us.
I was then reminded of being asked many years ago what my very first memory was. This one is still very clear in my mind. I was just over a year old (I later verified this with my mother). It was a sunday and my mother had cooked a roast dinner. My dad had gone to the local pub for a few drinks and had been told what time to be home for his meal. He was late...very late...and slightly worse for wear.
My mother was furious and when he walked through the door, she threw the plate of food at him. He ducked and it hit the wall. I was playing on the floor and can still remember peas rolling under the chairs.
What was your first ever memory?