If you have done any reading in the news lately you may have seen an article where scientists have taken those memory geniuses...the ones who remember the exact color of your tie when you fought with them on March 16, 1989, the ones that remember exactly what they ordered a year ago at their favorite restaurant, the ones that remember the headline on the newspaper they were reading on the morning of...whatever morning you may ask about, and tested them more closely. These people are far more amazing than your ex-wife who manages to remember every (wrong) thing you ever did onward from your wedding day. These folks remember details, lots of miniscule details that we all have forgotten and could care less about.
If you have ever heard or seen the French/American musical called Gigi which played in movie theaters in 1961, you may remember the love song between two elderly lovers who have different versions of how they met and what had happened that important night. (I loved that movie and wish there were more like it. It was a perfect romantic movie and Maurice and Hermione were fantastic!) I also love this song.
But, perhaps, I should return to the direction of my wandering thought if I can remember accurately the direction that I wished to go. Recent studies of these genius souls whose brains (which contain more fat tissue than yours or mine) remember everything has revealed that they do get some details wrong. There are incorrect colors, times of day and places. They just remember so much stuff accurately, that we think they are perfect. They remember 100 details, but may get 10 of them wrong. We remember 3 details...and maybe they are mostly inaccurate.
An article that I red online in The Daily Beast recently discussed new research which revealed how our memory changes and evolves as we age. We leave out bad things that do not fit our version of who we are or we forget those things that we cannot bear to attach to our lives.
"When people get older, they seem to have less tolerance for that," says McAdams. "They’ll kind of reconstruct the past and forget or downplay the bad stuff a little bit.” “It’s kind of like history. Your life story, at least with respect to the past, is not fixed,” says McAdams. “It’s always going through a revision. In the same way that historians revise how they see the past -- they see World War I one way now and maybe in 30 years they’ll see it a different way -- you see your childhood now one way and later a different way in part because of what you’re going through at that time.”
Apologies for not saving the link, but since I am not a journalist, I am sure you will forgive me. If you are a researcher or librarian you will surely find the article above if you try.
I guess if I wrote a small biography, it would be a little like Swiss cheese with chocolate sauce, having a small amount that was true and accurate and a goodly portion that made me a much better person than I am. I would really like to go back in time and see it all as it really was! It kind of bothers me that I do not see my life as it really was.