She Remembers One Of Her Horses

[poliphilo]

My mother: What's that?

Me: It's a barometer.

My Mother: Whose is it?

Me: It's yours.

My mother: I don't think I've ever seen it before. Where was it?

Me: (pointing) It used to hang there. Now it's hanging here.

My mother: What are you doing with it?

Me: The plaque fell off and I'm glueing it back on.

My mother: I don't recognise it.

Me: It was a prize. Soleil Dancer won it at a race in Lingfield in 1994.

My Mother: (face lights up) Ah... Soleil Dancer...

Comments

barometer?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, my!
Jenny x

Re: barometer?

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

You know the one? It's hanging in the lobby.

Re: barometer?

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, I know the one. It seems the memory can be selective ( we all know this, don't we) Soleil Dancer's name rings a bell, the thing that hangs on the wall and is passed every day does not, once it's moved. Is this aural memory against visual?
Jenny x

Re: barometer?

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Yes, I think it is.

The barometer isn't a particularly beautiful or remarkable object.

[wyrmwwd.livejournal.com]

That's nice. I'm glad she remembers her horse. :-)

The lady that I often help went into the hospital this morning. She told me last night "there is something wrong with my brain". This is all I know so far.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

My mother knows she's forgetful but I don't think her understanding of her condition goes any deeper than that.

Is this the "favourite pilgrim"?