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Memories are Made of This

Some of Suzanne Fluhr’s memories could be conjured up by any of us – and some are unique to her. What she, and all of us at midlife have learned, is that these memories are the stuff of life. Read more from Suzanne on her blog, Boomeresque.

Memories are Made of This

 

Sometimes travel is not measured in miles (or kilometers). Sometimes travel is cerebral, the view absorbed by our mind’s eye. Probably even babies do some mind travel, but as an aging Baby Boomer, I find myself tripping down Memory Lane more and more often.

Sometimes — like for Steve and me — it happens in an elevator. Tonight, as we and our four bags of groceries made our way from the first floor to the 16th floor in our apartment building’s less than high speed elevator, Steve leaned over and kissed me — a peck on the cheek — surveillance camera be damned. After all, what could be less salacious than a couple married for thirty years, garbed head to toe in cold weather gear, with four bags of groceries, sharing a quick exchange of affection?

What the surveillance camera couldn’t see were the memories triggered by the scene. We both flashed back to the last time we were empty nesters  …..

  • before the vigils at the bedsides of dying parents;
  • before the two homes bought, lived in and sold;
  • before the trip around the world;
  • before the college graduations;
  • before the high school graduations;
  • before we adopted the dog;
  • before the cancer scare;
  • before the promotion to full professor;
  • before starting a law firm;
  • before Little League, and soccer, and lacrosse;
  • before the practicing for spelling tests and multiplication tables;
  • before the family trip from hell to Gettysburg;
  • before parent-teacher conferences;
  • before the family vacations “down tha’ shore“;
  • before the first days of kindergarten;
  • before the family trips to Disney World, Mexico and Italy;
  • before the placebo band-aids;
  • before having to moonlight to pay the mortgage;
  • before the ear infections (and liquid penicillin on the ceiling);
  • before the sleepless nights with the baby who was (and still is) day-night reversed;
  • before breastfeeding on the Pennsylvania turnpike; and,
  • before labors and deliveries ……

…….  when we used to go out to dinner every Friday night on the way home from work, and then go to the supermarket, and then take our groceries up to our first apartment in a creaky old elevator.

Where did you go on your last trip down Memory Lane?

Suzanne Fluhr, Travel Editor

Suzanne Fluhr, Midlife Boulevard's travel editor, is a recovering Philadelphia lawyer, empty nester, wanderer, dog person and Zentangle® enthusiast. She also writes about Baby Boomer travels for the body and mind on her personal blog, <a href="http://www.boomeresque.com">Boomeresque</a>. Instagram: Boomeresque2

Suzanne Fluhr, Travel Editor

Suzanne Fluhr, Midlife Boulevard's travel editor, is a recovering Philadelphia lawyer, empty nester, wanderer, dog person and Zentangle® enthusiast. She also writes about Baby Boomer travels for the body and mind on her personal blog, Boomeresque. Instagram: Boomeresque2

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Carolann

Wednesday 25th of February 2015

I like the kiss in the elevator...brought back some memories for sure. Lovely article...

NancyJean

Wednesday 25th of February 2015

A lifetime shared expressed in a kiss. Simple gesture, yet showing how precious are the blessings of time, love, devotion, family, experience. Romance brought in on the ark of memory, launch by a elevator ride.

Jacqueline Gum

Wednesday 25th of February 2015

Beautifully written Suzanne...made me tear up a little:) I've started a post about this myself. I think with so much emphasis these days on living in the moment, we are encouraged NOT to look back. This is based on an assumption that looking in the rear view mirror is somehow non-productive...like there are only painful memories for the past? I say BS on that. Sometimes the look back is so worth the visit...so reinforcing...so worth that kiss in the elevator.

Valeria Terpytska

Tuesday 24th of February 2015

Touching, Suzanne, and yes, memories are made of this, when it's true love story, thank you.

Stephanie

Tuesday 24th of February 2015

Beautifully written! As I read this, little bits and pieces of my own life story were flashing before my eyes.

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