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A Trip Down Memory Lane

I spent the last few hours taking a trip down memory lane - literally.  Well actually, virtually.  I read in a book on writing memoirs that said a trick to bringing back memories is to draw a map of a place where the events took place.  It gave me the idea to look on Google Maps at various places.  My husband sat with me and navigated as I tried to visualize things and drum up the memories to find what I needed. I looked at a hospital where I spent a great deal of time with a friend before he died.  I think saw what I was looking for there, but couldn't zoom in close enough to know for sure.  It helped a lot though because I did start to remember more.  I have a real mental block where he is concerned.
I looked for the houses various people lived in at that time.  I could only remember so much and zoom in so close so I'm not sure we actually found the right places or houses. I looked at a park I spent a lot of time in.  Actually, I looked at the back of a park I spent a lot of time in.  Google maps didn't take me down any of the streets I wanted.  I saw it in an over head view, but it was just frustrating because I wanted to put myself there and look around.  Technology can only do so much, but it was an amazing exercise and did  help me to remember more.  This sort of thing actually works slowly.  More and more will manifest itself into my memories in the coming days.  Out of nowhere things will come to me and I'll be able to write more.  It's really quite remarkable how it works.
I had to give up because my head is killing me.  I have a really bad head cold and feel like my sinuses are going to pop from the pressure.
  

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