I was watching T earlier when one of the Alsheimers adds came on where the old man calls his young granddaughter by the wrong name. I have sometimes told people how I can in my evening prayer mention all of my family: brothers, sister, spouses of each, children and spouses; 12 grandchildren; and now two great granddaughters. Plus, when I put my mind to it, I can list before God all of my nephews and nieces and their spouses and kids.
The other night I got a phone call from a former student a generation ago. I immediately knew that it was Quilla, and I called him by name. He's a black student from Arkansas, and was (is?) a very fine musician. He played a role in the ministry of Wayman Chapel here in Billings. (African Methodist Episcopal)
On the other hand there is often a name or circumstance which does not come quickly to mind. Maybe later. Maybe lots later.
I guess that it not to bad at 84.
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Better 'n me. I can't remember the names of students I had last year. I recognize them, just can't remember their names.
I often told students at Rocky that I'd forget their names after they left (graduated) so I could make room in my brain for the new ones. I remember some because of latter contacts. Like Quilla. E.g. Dee Woolston's wife died yesterday. I remember them because he was a Psych major and stayed in Billings.
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