Not a sound from the pavement

[venta]

This week's stack of library books included Arthur & George. On the train in to work this morning, the first chapter introduced me to both the gentlemen.

One of the things which came up in George's description is that he doesn't have a particular memory that he regards as "his first memory", and had never considered that he ought, or that it was normal, to have such a thing.

I have never been aware of having an earliest memory. I have very, very vague memories of visiting my Nana, who died when I was 3. They are so vague that I wouldn't even really call them memories, more impressions - and even then, I can't be totally sure that they haven't been formed from me being told about her when I was older.

I do wonder that one of my difficulties in pin-pointing an earliest memory is lack of reference points. People often say that they remember being in such-and-such a house, and they know that the family moved from that house when they were two. Or they remember a holiday their parents took them on at a certain age.

We didn't move house when I was a child, and our family holidays were (and still are!) always in the same place. Obviously there were trips to particular places that would come with a date attached, but whenever the mother says "do you remember..." the answer is usually "no", unless it happened much later in life.

I have the fixed points of the deaths of my Nana, and also of my Grandad (when I was 6). I have reasonably clear memories of Grandad, so I certainly have memories from before the age of 6 1/2. Most other things which can be pinned to a time - playgroup, starting school etc belong in the vague-impression category. Perhaps when people talk about their earliest memories, they also are relating only a vague sense of an event rather than what I might now call a memory of something.

Do you have an earliest memory? If so, how old were you when it was formed? How can you be sure it's the earliest?

Comments

[lanfykins.livejournal.com]

My earliest memory is of jumping up and down on the sofa claiming that I was Peter Pan and could fly. And it's a proper memory, rather than a vague impression. I don't know how old I was, but I was still in nappies, so I'm thinking 'toddler' :)

I do also have something more in the vague-impression category, which may have been from about the same age or from a little younger.

It's particularly striking in that I don't have any other 'proper' memories until rather later. Then again, I don't tend to remember personal life events very well; at any given time, most of my life up to the last two years is a set of fragmented images, not well connected or chronologically arranged.

Facts, on the other hand, I tend to keep :)

[lanfykins.livejournal.com]

...I should also like to add that in the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet, and collect my kudo :)

[venta.livejournal.com]

You may have your kudo :)

[beckyl.livejournal.com]

Which I will refrain from claiming now, since someone else got there first, although I shall feel slightly worried that I have a notional 2 out of 2 for your past two entries...

[lanfykins.livejournal.com]

Ooh, ooh, and another early memory of being strapped into a pushchair, by the front door waiting to go out, while my mother nipped back into the house for something; and there was an earwig crawling up the pushchair towards my face.

...I don't like earwigs much.