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Abigail's avatar

I was greatly influenced by the play I saw and read as an 11 year old, Our Town by Thornton Wilder. A young woman who died is allowed to watch her loved ones life one last time and realizes the smallest things and moments are the ones she remembers and has sorrow saying finl farewell to. At the same age a teacher suggested to keep a notebook over the summer of ordinary observations during our days. I believe that taught my brain to hold impressions deeply. I am old now and remember so many little things and amaze my even older relatives with the memories.

You may be interested in my very first memory because I remember only some of it, was it from great fear ...I was five, my Mom was having a nervous collapse, the relatives told me to sit with her and watch my cartoons. I remember her hand being cold, her cigarette ash growing that I told her about, her staring at the wall above the tv, then nothing. I have been told they took her away from the room , the doctor had arrived, she was upset again and screamed and screamed as if being murdered . I do not have a memory at all of the screaming.

She was hospitalized and I saw her wave at me while I was in the car when my father visited her.

Mom and I have always been very close , I never strayed far from her, she is 95 now and in and out of depressive episodes until ten years ago hospitalized again but a Psychiatrist found a combination of meds she is still on that worked.

I too suffered from depression my entire life and a therapist I had did say there are genetic links. I feel more that it was from the incredible empathy I always had for her suffering.

Thanks for listening . Your articles are fascinating. I found you through Jerusalem Post.

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Shmuel Yaccoby's avatar

Hi Iddo,

This topic is fascinating. Have you published this piece in Hebrew?

Thanks,

Shmuel Yaccoby

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