Elizabeth Willis Barrett
My daughter Kelli is reading the book The House at Tyneford. That title sounded familiar to me and I assumed that I had started to listen to it and then didn’t like it well enough to finish it. Thinking I would give it another try, I downloaded it onto my phone from Overdrive. I was pleased with the skill of the writer and wondered why I had discarded it the first time. When I had listened to the book for a while without any recognition whatsoever of the plot, the characters or the location, one incident was described: a manuscript in a viola. Aha! That sounded very familiar. Since I list all the books I’ve listened to on my blog, I checked my old blog on Blogspot and saw that I had listed The House at Tyneford. That meant I had already listened to it! The whole of it!
So where was the story that had at one time been put into my brain? It must have been buried so deeply in a brain fold that I couldn’t drag out any of it except for a few incidental points. I had to re-listen to the whole book just to re-find out what happened to that viola manuscript. It was very frustrating. Partly because I should have been putting my time into a book I hadn’t already listened to. But mostly because I couldn’t remember. Really, where does stuff go when it enters your brain? And why are some people, like Brad for instance, able to pull out deeply filed information so easily? And others, like me for instance, can’t even remember that we had filed the info at all?
As a child of parents whose minds couldn’t pull up much of anything in their old age, it causes great concern to me. Have my synapses already started to deteriorate? Is my brain lacking in healthy blood flow? Are there tangles in my brain that need to be dissolved? I’m considering taking part in a clinical research study that is investigating a medication that may be able to slow or halt the progression of Alzheimer’s. I think I would be a good candidate.
Although, now that I have checked it out further, I see that if I became a participant of the study, I would need a care giver to accompany me throughout the process which lasts 14 to 22 months.
I think I’ll skip the study because I don’t think Brad would enjoy being my care giver yet. Better save him for the final stages.