The Staircase
April 24, 2010
This one is a bit personal.
My mother and I moved in with my grandparents upon the ending of my parent’s marriage. At some point after that, my older sister and her first husband also moved in. I was fourteen at the time of the permanent move and sixteen when the incident referenced here took place. I am much older now.
Without getting into details, suffice to say that what occurred on that day left a lasting impact on my memory. Episodic memory is the memory for time and place and where we store past experiences. I have been up and down these stairs many, many times in the decades that followed the incident. It is a rare occasion when I do not think about, and vividly remember, that day when on these stairs. Now that the house is being sold, I am creating a photographic record of the house and many of the artifacts that will be left behind. These stairs, photograph or no photograph, will always be remembered.
Take care.