Momentous Memories

[GrahamLewis]

Thinking back over a long life, I find certain moments that stand out with special clarity. Like the time, years and years ago, when my beloved German Shepherd Julia took off after a jackrabbit in the remote sandhills of Nebraska. I had heard anecdotes of jacks deliberately running just out of reach of a pursuing dog, and leading them exhausted and lost. I kept calling for Julia, alone in the emptiness, and just when I was ready to give up, I saw her in the distance, a black dot on the horizon, coming closer, dipping behind hills and cresting again, until she finally reached me. I was so glad to have her back.

And in a related, much sadder, memory of her. The day I brought her collar home after having her put down by the vet (spinal displasia after a long life), and the tags on her collar jingled as I carried it into the house.

As I write this, I see her staring at me from a photo. There is such magic in a dog's devotion.

 

[Rad Scribbler]

This event occurred way back during 1980.

I was living in South Africa, and my friend and I decided on the spur of the moment to go for a long weekend down to the coast, to a place called Umhlanga which is on the north coast of Natal. So as young guys we didn't bother about booking in to a place to stay and slept in the car. We found a place under a tree on a gravel road late at night and parked up. The following morning we were woken by a rap on the car window and, lo and behold, it was a policeman. We both looked at him still half asleep. He told us that we are not allowed to camp in the borough of Umhlanga, and told us to move along. So, we apologised and drove off.

Not exactly a 'momentous' memory, but I still remember it like it occurred yesterday, 45 years later - good times

 

[GrahamLewis]

This event occurred way back during 1980.

I was living in South Africa, and my friend and I decided on the spur of the moment to go for a long weekend down to the coast, to a place called Umhlanga which is on the north coast of Natal. So as young guys we didn't bother about booking in to a place to stay and slept in the car. We found a place under a tree on a gravel road late at night and parked up. The following morning we were woken by a rap on the car window and, lo and behold, it was a policeman. We both looked at him still half asleep. He told us that we are not allowed to camp in the borough of Umhlanga, and told us to move along. So, we apologised and drove off.

Not exactly a 'momentous' memory, but I still remember it like it occurred yesterday, 45 years later - good times

For purposes of my vision of this thread, anyway, a memory is "momentous" if it stands out for whatever reason. Thanks for sharing it.