When I was a student of other things -- officially so, growing up -- I was also a music student. It's just something that happened at our house. These days, I enjoy getting to church early enough to hear choir practice; it reminds me of long-ago days when a sitter couldn't come, so my sister and I went to choir practice at church with our parents on Thursday nights.
So I learned early about what teachers called memorizing things, or learning them by heart (although I think the latter phrase was in classes outside of music).
I was fascinated later in my life to pick up on the British version of that phrase: committing (something) to memory. I like that idea, that part of dedicating a part of memory to it or dedicating myself to remembering it.
Why write about this now?
Because it's important to tell you that I need it. Since my father died, with lots to do and other memories flooding around, I can't necessarily think of everything. What I can think of are things I've committed to memory.
When I needed to tell my sister the hopeful passage our dad loved, I could -- in the dark -- because I had read it and heard it read so many times that I had it. That's how I think of my stronger memories -- I have them.
I'm committed to them.
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