#memo

Following her instructions, I joined her in the chopping and mixing. The magical smell of pickling spices wound around us and it wasn't long before we were in another world. I was suddenly immersed in the hand-written recipes Mother resurrected from the back of the Hoosier cabinet--in the cheesecloth filled with mustard seed and pungent dill. As we followed the recipes her mother had followed and her mother before that, we talked--as the afternoon wore on I was listening to preserve the stories in my mind. 'I can remember watching my grandmother and mother rushing around this same old kitchen, putting up all kinds of vegetables--their own hand-sown, hand-picked crops--for the winter. My grandmother would tell her stories about growing up right here, on this piece of land--some were hilarious and some were tragic.' Pots still steamed on the stove, but Mother's attention seemed directed backwards as she began to speak about the past. She spoke with a slow cadence, a rhythm punctuated (or maybe inspired) by the natural symphony around us. ↗

— Leslie Goetsch

#memories #family

By the time I got to record my first album, I was 26, I didn't need pen or paper - my memory had been trained just to listen to a song, think of the words, and lay them to tape. ↗

— Jay-Z

#been #by the time #first #got #had

It's been 25 years now, and truthfully, time sometimes blurs the memory. ↗

— Bob Kane

#memory #now #sometimes #time #truthfully

Television, despite its enormous presence, turns out to have added pitifully few lines to the communal memory. ↗

— Justin Kaplan

#communal #despite #enormous #few #lines

Those who are close to us, when they die, divide our world. There is the world of the living, which we finally, in one way or another, succumb to, and then there is the domain of the dead that, like an imaginary friend (or foe) or a secret concubine, constantly beckons, reminding us of our loss. What is memory but a ghost that lurks at the corners of the mind, interrupting our normal course of life, disrupting our sleep in order to remind us of some acute pain or pleasure, something silenced or ignored? We miss not only their presence, or how they felt about us, but ultimately how they allowed us to feel about ourselves or them. (prologue) ↗

— Azar Nafisi

#father-daughter-relationship #iran #iranian-revolution #memoir #mother-daughter-relationship

I currently use Ubuntu Linux, on a standalone laptop - it has no Internet connection. I occasionally carry flash memory drives between this machine and the Macs that I use for network surfing and graphics; but I trust my family jewels only to Linux. ↗

— Donald Knuth

#carry #connection #currently #drives #family

The greatest memory for me of the 1984 Olympics was not the individual honors, but standing on the podium with my teammates to receive our team gold medal. ↗

— Mitch Gaylord

#gold medal #greatest #honors #individual #me

It is not fun singing about losing somebody like that, but at the same time it was easy to write because the memories were so real and vivid and so much a part of who I am. ↗

— Vince Gill

#am #because #easy #fun #i

I write quite a lot of sonnets, and I think of them almost as prayers: short and memorable, something you can recite. ↗

— Carol Ann Duffy

#i #i think #i write #lot #memorable

I don't know what a painting is; who knows what sets off even the desire to paint? It might be things, thoughts, a memory, sensations, which have nothing to do directly with painting itself. They can come from anything and anywhere. ↗

— Philip Guston

#anywhere #come #desire #directly #even