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Jul 27, 2012

The Stuff That Memories Are Made Of


"Memories Are Made of This", an evergreen song (1955) by my favorite singer Dean Martin.

"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose." ~From the television show The Wonder Years.

Although not quite in the December of my years I now understand the quote "God gave us memories that we might have roses in December." ~J.M. Barrie, Courage, 1922

"Memories are funny things... I remember once when we all got together that at the end of the evening, the quote was "Those things that never happened... they sure were a lot of fun!!"

"Do you remember those lazy summer days of the 1950's when all was right with the world..."

"Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us. ~Oscar Wilde, "The Importance of Being Earnest"

"Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume". ~Jean de Boufflers

"I have memories - but only a fool stores his past in the future". ~David Gerrold

"It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life". ~P.D. James

 "A happy childhood can't be cured. Mine'll hang around my neck like a rainbow, that's all, instead of a noose". ~Hortense Calisher, Queenie, 1971

"Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door". ~Saul Bellow

"A childhood is what anyone wants to remember of it. It leaves behind no fossils, except perhaps in fiction". ~Carol Shields

"When I Was Young Dirt Was Still Clean" ~ Anonymous

“Memories are made of peculiar stuff, elusive and yet compelling, powerful and fleet. You cannot trust your reminiscences, and yet there is no reality except the one we remember......” ~ Klaus Mann

"The most precious things we have, which, sadly, also can be the most awful, are our memories. I guess that’s why we do everything we can to save the ones we cherish, any way we can. We snap photos, shoot videos, author diaries and talk about old times. When we don’t have any of these, we just remember".

"Memories are 100% when it comes down to the end of our days what we hold tight. The idea of a ‘memory tower’ is enchanting and a bit tear jerking too. Would that woman who made it be shocked as to it’s value to someone else?" ~ Deborah Milne

Memories live forever, but nobody else could remember them except "stuff that memories are made of" are shared with others these reminiscenes, their joy and their sorrow, their strength, their encouragements and inspirations ...

I found "Our Memories of Days Past"  here .

This is not a Singaporean website, not the Singapore memory of everyone who lived in Singapore. Memories of all humankind is universal though.

I asked my senior citizen neighbour what the stuff that memories are made of and she said: "The Hong Kong movie stars of the 1960s when she was young. She was a "geeked" Cantonese movie fan and these movie stars whom she will never forget...that's the stuff that memories are made of for her.

The "seven princesses" of Hongkong movie actresses of 1960s
Nancy Sit Kar Yin
Hongkong actress Yam Kim Fei and Pak Suet Sin

Hongkong actor and comedian Leong Sin Por
Some memories of movies stars in the 1960s in Singapore for the fans to recognise them.

The arrival of film created many images, film scenes, news scenes, photographs, quotes, and songs, which became very familiar to regular moviegoers and remained in their collective memory.

Images of particular movie stars became part of collective memory. During cinema visits, people could watch newsreels of news stories from around the world. For the first time in history a mass audience was able to view certain stories, events, and scenes, all at the same time.

Collective memory can be shared, passed on and remembered by everyone with same place, different times, different journeys throughout our lifetime. Its like an orchestra to share our collective memory with the same theme.

An orchestra is a large instrumental ensemble that contains sections of string, brass, woodwind, and percussion instruments.

The arrival of film created many images, film scenes, news scenes, photographs, quotes, and songs, which became very familiar to regular moviegoers and remained in their collective memory. Images of particular movie stars became part of collective memory. During cinema visits, people could watch newsreels of news stories from around the world. For the first time in history a mass audience was able to view certain stories, events, and scenes, all at the same time.

 

Flashmob of Som Sabadell performing the "Joy of Ode" shared here on YouTube. May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord. (Ps 19:14). "berniesbargreece" said:
This makes me so so proud to be German, even though I am English. We are not defined by our skin, our nationality, our job, our friends or the lines on our hands. It is in this moment that we either connect our selves to all things by letting go or we lose our connection by holding on to the past and useless emotions like Hate, anger and jealousy. Music like this was made for every being in the universe.
"Ode to Joy" (German: "Ode an die Freude", first line: "Freude, schöner Götterfunken") is an ode written in 1785 by the German poet, playwright and historian Friedrich Schiller, enthusiastically celebrating the brotherhood and unity of all mankind. The ode is best known for its musical setting in D major by Ludwig van Beethoven in the final movement of his Ninth Symphony (completed in 1824).

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9 Comments:

Blogger Lam Chun See said...

"Memories are time that you borrow;
To spend when you get to tomorrow".
- Paul Anka, Times of Your Life

July 27, 2012 at 8:44 AM  
Blogger Thimbuktu said...

Thanks for adding the meaningful stanza from Paul Anka's song. Very nice to add to the blog. Regards.

July 27, 2012 at 11:44 AM  
Blogger FL said...

Thim, still on the subject of memories. One of my classmates wrote this in my autograph book in 1966 and signed off as Herman:

"When we are not in company,
we go in our different ways.
May this be a memory
of our happy school days."

I have never heard or met Herman since. I hope by chance he would read his writing. Fat hope, eh?

July 28, 2012 at 11:05 AM  
Blogger Philip said...

Dean Martin reminded me of the other two great singers. Sammy Davis Jr and Frank Sinatra.
Thanks for the memory.

July 28, 2012 at 5:53 PM  
Blogger Andy Lim* said...

YOU ARE RIGHT JAMES,

NOSTALGIA IS PERSONAL HISTORY AND PICTURES TELL STORIES.

GREAT COMBINATION.

July 28, 2012 at 7:20 PM  
Blogger Thimbuktu said...

Thanks for sharing your memories, FL. How many our encounter our acquaintance in person throughout our life to meet again many times until we leave this world? Our schoolmates in school, our former colleagues, our friends ij the clubs, hobbies groups and friends in social life? Now there's Facebook for many of them to say "Hi". Appreciate your nice quotes about memories. Cheers!

July 29, 2012 at 12:33 PM  
Blogger Thimbuktu said...

Thanks Philip. Cheers!

July 29, 2012 at 12:35 PM  
Blogger Thimbuktu said...

Hi Andy. Thanks for sharing your insightful comments. Cheers!

July 29, 2012 at 12:36 PM  
Blogger Thimbuktu said...

Comments posted on behalf of Sim Hui Hwang:

Very nice to read, especially the quotations from famous writers and poets. I also had an autograph book before I left primary school. I dont know why I was vain enough to make my father waste his hard-earned money to buy an autograph book for me - a rich royal blue with embroidery on its cover.

Some classmates wrote for me. It was a primary six rite of passage of sort. Friends would write: One leg up, one leg down, one kick goes to Chinatown or something like that. I cant remember where I kept my autograph book.

It would be nice if I can see it now. I like the Ode to Joy by Flashmob of Som Sabadell very much. It is so beautifully done.

With warmest regards
hui hwang

July 30, 2012 at 12:41 AM  

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