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I have to say, my Twain dialect sounds a lot like my Of Mice and Men California dialect – that is, they more sound to be from Barnsley.

I have not done any exercises yet. I did I Remember for another thing a few weeks ago and I think confusion might be something that fixes memories for me!

I do love your mini, @raine 🙂

I have been away for a few days and come back to an explosion of posts. I will do my best to properly catch up but feeling rather daunted.

Thanks so much @raine! I happily and humbly stand in line behind reptiles and felines, in your absolutely correct pecking order 🙂

Oh gosh, that would be interesting / traumatic!! It would be a really revealing exploration of memory though, and how much detail we still retain beneath the conscious ‘main’ memory. Much like hypnosis is supposed to draw out those deeper memories, i wonder whether this could do similar.

Yeah I write down snippets in my notebook as I hear them. Pretending to be staring thoughtfully into space. Child is horrified at me and says I am ‘Infringing people’s right to privacy’!

And thank you. I adored my grandad. He moved to the UK as an old man and never stopped missing India – his stories were a very treasured part of my childhood,…[Read more]

@kazg yep will do that. I get home from hol tmrw so won’t be till then (and will have to wait till snakey is fed and cats are apologised to!).

All the I remembers so far seem to have been a release of sorts. What happens when you focus on one and break it down further?

So sad, Hil, and so tender. I remember my dad’s smile, too.

I’ve read the chapters for both books. (The gorgeous passages got declaimed loudly in the library in my lunch break – had a lot of fun with the Twain dialect.) Not started on the exercises yet but I might manage some I remembers tomorrow 😁

This is wonderful! I love the way your I Remembers become a narrative – I was completely there with poor younger you, and what a shero Glenn’s mum was! Banana and custard is all kinds of slimy wrong.

Yes excellent dialogue harvesting, Raine. You’re a quick getter-downer.

And that I Remember is drenched in memory and emotion and sensualness. Just beautiful.’Old hands cradling nothing…’ x