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I found that an interesting vid--but it recalled to my mind eidetic memory. Children before they are verbal, and some children while still illiterate, have pronounced eidetic memory. They can't have verbal or literate recall--they remember images, sounds, colors, smells, etc. It is the subject of a good deal of controversy in scientific circles, where researchers don't even really know how to frame tests. It is considered very rare in adults. I must have a form of it. I can recall passages of text fairly well, but I can recall where to find the text in a book in a way which used to spook my instructors and fellow students at university. I could open a book to within a few pages of where the text would be found, and knew if the passage were on the left-hand or right-hand page, at the top, the middle or the bottom of the page. I think people often didn't believe me, until we started doing research for a history seminar, or when in my English lit classes i demonstrated the ability to find a passage in a matter of seconds. I did a double major in history and English lit, so it was quite a benefit to me.
When I was just a liddly, my grandfather trained my memory. I cannot say now if it was conscious on his part, but it certainly was effective. If I asked him a question, and he didn't know the answer, he'd say "I don't know, but I'll find out." I still remember seeing and article in
Life magazine which was about a U-boat. I asked him about that, and that was his answer. The next day, he sat me down and asked if I remembered asking him. He showed me the magazine, and told me to find the page I was looking at--which I did almost immediately. He then pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and informed me that U-boat comes from
Unterseeboot, the German word for submarine. We did things like that all the time, especially with
The Wind in the Willows, the book with which he taught me to read in the summer before my fourth birthday.
To this day, I retain a vivid memory of the morning of my fourth birthday. I went downstairs to the bathroom, where my grandfather was standing at the sink with his braces down. He smiled at me, but neither of us spoke. He had been stropping his razor, which he set down while he used the brush in his shaving mug, and then lathered his face. I now know, from having learned it much later, that it would have been between three and four o'clock in the morning, on November 2nd, 1954. My grandfather went to the depot whre he was station master and telegraher, arriving every morning at 4:00 am. My birthday is actually on the 8th, but for convenience, we celebrated our birthdays on the same day, the day of his birthday. That made me feel very special, as you might imagine. I got a brightly painted, wooden fire engine for my birthday, which I only vaguely remember. I remember that early morning incident, though, as though it had been this morning.
The smallest children have no other form of memory available to them--just the memory of their senses.