Did you know that some studies say the average human’s attention span is 8.5 seconds? That’s less than a goldfish. No kidding. This “factoid” is dependent on the activity and who is conducting the study, however. As my old college professor explained,
“Statistics can be like a drunk holding up a lamppost.”
On that note—here’s a shout out to all those folks over 70 who “remember the time” and a hundred little details from when they were knee high to a grasshopper.
Memory tip for the weekend:
Set a timer for 5 minutes (you can spare 5 minutes, right?) and write down every summertime memory you can think of. Don’t worry about grammar and punctuation; just get the bare thoughts down.
Here’s what I came up with:
Lying flat in tall alfalfa, staring at the clouds
Driving the hay truck
Horse sweat and sweet carrots
Playing in the sprinkler
Catching tadpoles
Shrieking at huge bullfrogs
Bareback riding in the cool morning
Sloppy watermelons
Hours long Monopoly games
Homemade peach ice cream on the back porch
Summer thunderstorms over the Organ Mountains
Puddle stomping
Swim classes
Scorching steam off vinyl car seats after swimming
Running across hot asphalt in bare feet
Too hot to sleep
Giggling sleepovers with school friends
Swimming in the well water in the ditch
Exploring the cool shade of the pecan orchard
Road trips to new places
Crawdad fishing
Tomato sandwiches
Selling garden veggies from the red flyer wagon

Burned hot dogs and marshmallows
Walking barefoot through the garden
Cold dew in the morning
Dodging toads during flashlight tag
Sparklers and the ouch of stray embers
Playing in the grass with the dog
Now that you’ve done your 5 minute memory list you have story starters for a whole set of memories you can expand on. You’re welcome! Have a wonderful summer weekend.

I worked so hard recently to get an interview with an interesting local man. Sitting in the coffee shop, we exchanged friendly greetings but when he saw my pen and paper he determined that he really didn’t want to share his story with others. So I reluctantly put my tools away, knowing I’d never be able to recall and do his memories justice. We spent an enjoyable couple hours riding around in his pickup truck while he told great stories about the valley he’s lived in for 50 years and all the characters up and down the river. He’s a natural storyteller but was reluctant to share with others. While I loved the visit, I was saddened at not being able to share his wealth of experience and keen insight with a broader audience. I can only hope he at least relates these great stories to his family.
them into a book. Don’t worry if you’re not comfortable writing, just get the story down and I’ll edit it for readability. You can even just tell it to a friend or family member and have them record you or write it down for you. If your story makes it into the published collection I’ll send you a free copy of the book as thanks. You can reach me at karen@rememberingthetime.net
What to do with that collection of old letters? I’m intrigued with creative ideas for preserving and displaying clients’ letters in ways that showcase their uniqueness. While searching for “memory arts” inspiration on Pinterest I found a pin of Sue Bleiweiss’ blog on 
What a beautiful and inspiring way to capture your family’s history. Think what a stunning gift this would make for your parents or grandparents. I’d love to collaborate on a project like this so get in touch if you have a letter collection you’d like to showcase.
experiences within your own city. Ramp up your sense of the curious and really study the people and events that have shaped who you are.
We’ve all heard of or remember the famous church picnics and really, who doesn’t love a good potluck? I don’t know why but food tastes extra good outdoors. Across the US many annual pioneer picnics and family reunions have been going on for over 100 years. Biscuits, fried chicken, ham, lovingly protected cakes and a glorious array of pickles used to be standard fare. Today many of the same favorites show up along with some Pinterest “experiments” and gourmet goodies. But relatives still vie over who makes the best potato salad or brownies.
s is where I insist on experimenting). It’s a mix of Southern, New Mexico and Pacific Northwest, reflecting our family heritage.
