by Yasmin Allen-Robbins on Wednesday, March 16, 2011 at 5:24pm
Over the last few months memories that were buried under the multi-layering of half a century have deliberately begun to be recovered and be exposed in my reminiscing of my life.
It’s like having a gray scale washed out photograph that I need the images enhanced with colours keeping to its originality, that’s the same as my memory, I know there’s a snapshot of time and it’s there somewhere in my memory cells, and then something as simple as a smell or something I have seen or even another recollection gradually begins to bring the unfocused photo into focus, the image with more tweaking more evoking of a thought begins to develop. Some photos of the memory are still blurred or frayed around the edges, some I can only see in monotone or black and white but others come into view in the mind's eye with a strong and vibrant coloured picture moving crisply as if it happened only yesterday.
Now these Memories with my being Home and meeting up with past friends have put together my life stories, I passionately call “my Links” in my Chain of Life. They have brought my past and my present time in Australia together to form a complete circle and gradually I have added friends like you to make my chain even greater.
