Also see Memory Poems, Scrapbooking, Missing You, Heritage Albums, and Memory Song Lists.
- All That's Worth Remembering
- All Those Years Ago
- Beautiful Memories
- Building Memories
- Building Special memories
- A Day to Remember
- Days That Used to Be
- Fortunes in Memories
- Golden Memories
- The Good Old Days
- I Love Remembering
- I Remember When...
- I Still Remember
- Journey Through the Past
- Just a Few Memories
- Keepsakes and Reflections
- Many Yesterdays Ago
- Memories Are Made of This
- Memories Are My Souvenirs
- Memories are Stitched with Love
- Memories Never Grow Old
- Memories of Days Gone By
- Memories That Last
- Memories We Cherish
- The Memory Remains
- Moments to Remember
- My Book of Memories
- My Fondest Memories
- A Night in Summer Long Ago
- No Ordinary Memory
- Old Times, Good Times
- Picture Perfect Memories
- Pictures from the Past
- Places I Remember
- Precious Memories
- Precious Memories with...
- Reflections of a Long Time Past
- Remember When...
- Running Down Memory Lane
- Sepia Memories
- Silver Medals and Sweet Memories
- Special Friends Bring Special Memories
- That's the Way I Remember it
- These Memories
- Things I Remember Most
- Those Were the Days
- A Time to Remember
- Treasures from the Past
- A Walk Down Memory Lane
- We Made Memories
- Yesterday's Memories
- The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time. (Friedrich Nietzsche)
- As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape. (John Lancaster Spalding)
- The conversation of two people remembering, if the memory is enjoyable to both, rocks on like music or lovemaking. There is a rhythm and a predictability to it that each anticipates and relishes. (Jessamyn West)
- Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
- Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door. (Saul Bellow)
- Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
- The further backward you look, the further forward you can see. (Winston Churchill)
- God gave us memories that we might have roses in December. (J.M. Barrie)
- Happiness isn't something you experience, it's something you remember. (Oscar Levant)
- History is the version of past events that people have decided to agree upon. (Napoleon Bonaparte)
- History must repeat itself because we pay such little attention to it the first time. (Blackie Sherrod in Dallas Morning News)
- How unspeakably the lengthening of memories in common endears our old friends! (George Eliot)
- However gradual the course of history, there must always be the day, even an hour and minute, when some significant action is performed for the first or last time. (Peter Quennell)
- I always knew that I would look back and laugh at the times I cried, but I never thought I would cry at the times I laughed.
- I thank God on every remembrance of you.
- If you're yearning for the good old days, just turn off the air conditioning. (Griff Niblack)
- It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards. (Lewis Carroll)
- Just as pieces stitched together in a quilt warm our bodies,
Scrapbooks bind together memories to warm our Hearts!
- Just as time passes, so do memories pass as well, but those who stirred our spirits sing in our hearts forever.
- Keep one foot in the past while searching for the future.
- Keep some souvenirs of your past, or how will you ever prove it wasn't all a dream? (Ashleigh Brilliant)
- The life given us by nature is short. But the memory of a well-spent life is eternal. (Cicero)
- Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.
- Memories are a gift to be opened when those we love are far away.
- Memories are good, as long as we keep them in the rearview mirror and keep moving.
- Memories are like a garden carried in the heart.
- Memories are like keepsakes...always to be treasured
- Memories are like sand castles -- only by putting them in a safe place can you prevent them from washing away.
- Memories are the most beautiful pictures our minds can paint, and nothing can ever erase them.
- Memories are the threads that hold together the patchwork of friendship
- Memories hide in every corner of my House, and I take great Delight every time I stumble across one.
- The memories we collect and give
brighten our lives as long as we live.
- Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth but not its twin. (Barbara Kingsolver)
- Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. (from The Wonder Years)
- A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen. (Edward de Bono)
- Memory, that library of the soul from which I will draw knowledge and experience for the rest of my life. (Tove Ditlevsen)
- The most treasured heirlooms are the sweet memories of our family.
- No man is rich enough to buy back his past. (Oscar Wilde)
- Nothing is as far away as one minute ago. (Jim Bishop)
- One faces the future with one's past. (Pearl S. Buck)
- One form of loneliness is to have a memory and no one to share it with. (Phyllis Rose)
- One lives in the hope of becoming a memory. (Antonio Porchia)
- One of the reasons why old people make so many journeys into the past is to satisfy themselves that it is still there. (Ronald Blythe)
- Our most treasured family heirloom are our sweet family memories.
- The past is never dead, it is not even past. (William Faulkner)
- The past is our definition. We may strive, with good reason, to escape it, or to escape what is bad in it, but we will escape it only by adding something better to it. (Wendell Berry)
- The past, with its pleasures, its rewards, its foolishness, its punishments, is there for each of us forever, and it should be. (Lillian Hellman)
- Pictures are worth a thousand words--but only if you know the words.
(This is a great quote to emphasize the value of journaling.)
- Recall it as often as you wish, a happy memory never wears out.
- Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out. (Jean Paul Richter)
- Remember your history. To forget is to not belong. (Charlotte A. Black Elk)
- So many years in one yesterday. (Carla Phelps Wert)
- Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again. (Willa Cather)
- Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave. Our lives are measured by these. (Susan B. Anthony)
- There are times when forgetting can be just as important as remembering--and even more difficult. (Harry and Joan Mier)
- There is a way to look at the past. Don't hide from it. It will not catch you--if you don't repeat it. (Pearl Bailey)
- There is no distance on this earth as far away as yesterday. (Robert Nathan)
- There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy.
- There is something terrible yet soothing about returning to a place where you once lived. You are one of your own memories. (Mary Morris)
- Someday we'll look back on this, laugh nervously, and change the subject.
- Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory. (Dr. Seuss)
- Sooner or later a person learns to write thing down.
It's the best way to capture things we are apt to forget.
The strongest memory is weaker than the palest ink.
- Sweet memories are a rare jewel which time polishes into perfection.
- There is no fence or hedge round time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough. (Richard Llewellyn)
- There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find ways in which you yourself have altered. (Nelson Mandela)
- To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it more fit for its prime function of looking forward. (attributed to both Margaret Fairless Barber and Paul Boese)
- We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory. (Georges Duhamel)
- We don't remember days--we remember moments.
- We live as long as we're remembered.
- We shape our lives not by what we carry with us--
but by what we leave behind.
- What is not written and recorded is soon forgotten. Just as our photographs need an acid-free environment to protect them, our words need a place to be stored. Our stories need a place to rest, to be treasured and safely contained. Our albums become our treasure chests that keep our pictures and words from the ravages of time, dust and decay. Words allow us to gather the pictures and meanings together and give them as gifts to those we love. (UM Jenifer P.)
- What isn't remembered never happened. (Lain)
- When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.
- When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood. (Sam Ewing)
- Who has not saved some trifling thing more prized than jewels rare,
a faded flower, a broken ring, a tress of golden hair.
- You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present. (Jan Gildwell)
- You never know when you might be making a memory.
At What Cost?
The price we pay for the quick and the easy--
"slap them in and cover them up"
- may be a lost generation.
It's more than we can afford.
Note: This refers to people who put photos in albums with no writing as to who the people are or when the photos were taken.
The Gift of Memory
(Emily Barnes from the book, Timeless Treasures)
I have given many gifts to my children and grandchildren and nieces and nephews over the years. I suspect I will give many more before my life is through. Some will be simple, some extravagant, most carefully chosen, a few picked up in haste on the way to a birthday party. Some may be rare and unusual, the kind of gift that makes the giver hover excitedly while the paper is unwrapped. But even those incomparable treasures could have been uncovered by someone else--even, heaven forbid, by another grandmother. They're unusual, but they're not unique. There's only one gift in all the world that can be given by me alone, only one gift I can give that is truly unique. That is the gift of my memories, captured and preserved and passed on to the people I love.
Only I can preserve the timeless treasure of what I have lived, what I have experienced, what I have loved and learned. And this is the treasure that conveys my heart and my love to them most eloquently. Even the treasures that I make by hand, the blankets and pillows and toys, provide a mute testimony to my love for them. These things may add warmth and (I hope) beauty to their lives. They extend my thoughts to places where I can't be. But not even the most exquisite handmade treasure cannot communicate the way a picture can, the way a word can. Sometimes you have to tell the story by actually telling the story. And the gift of family stories preserved in words and pictures is an irreplaceable treasure."
Memory is a selection of images
Some illusive, other printed indelibly on the brain.
Each image is like thread,
Each thread woven together to make a tapestry of intricate texture,
And the tapestry tells a story,
and the story is our past.
For every picture you take a moment in time is remembered
A family's heritage is its personal journey through history
Memories will fade making the written word priceless
In every family someone must take time to preserve its past
Looking at the past can strengthen who you are today
Yesterday is gone, but the memories are cherished through photos and journals.
Hours of enjoyment are held within the pages of the family scrapbook,
Everyone has pictures . . . everyone has a story to tell . . .
It's not the jewels or china we would risk our lives for in a fire
Rich is the family who knows who they are . . . and where they came from
Learning to properly preserve photographs is not difficult
Old photographs lack the joy they could have when not preserved and labeled
Ordinary moments become special when captured on film
May we not put off any longer the task of preserving our heritage.
A Memory is a Photograph
A memory is a photograph
taken by the heart
to make a special moment
And of all the memory-pictures
that happy times can bring,
the best are those
that families make together.
The Box at Grandma's House
(Martha E. Pearson)
The box at Grandma's house
Filled with years of memories
To be found in her mind only
No sign of who's in the photos
Or what event they represent
Many times we sat and looked
Through those memories
She talked, I listened . . .
But no notes were taken
Now she's gone . . .
The memories now locked in those precious photos and keepsakes
How I yearn for those times to be back
To write down those memories
So all will remember
The treasures of Grandma's life
Close your eyes, and go back...
Back before the Internet or the MAC,
Before semi-automatics and crack.
Before chronic and indo;
Before SEGA or Super Nintendo.
Way back . . .
I'm talking about hide and go seek at dusk.
Sitting on the porch, hot bread and butter.
Eating a 'super-dooper sandwich' (Dagwood)
Red light! Green light!
Chocolate milk. Lunch tickets.
Penny candy in a brown paper bag.
Hopscotch, butterscotch, doubledutch, Jacks,
kickball, dodgeball, y'all!
Mother, May I?
Hula Hoops and Sunflower Seeds, Jawbreakers,
Running through the sprinkler!
I can't get wet! All right; well, don't wet my hair.
The smell of the sun and licking salty lips . . .
Wait . . .
Catching lightening bugs in a jar.
Playing sling shot and Red Rover.
When around the corner seemed far away,
And going downtown seemed like going somewhere.
Bedtime, Climbing trees, a million mosquito bites and sticky fingers,
Lincoln logs, erector sets, Tinkertoys,
Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, Sitting on the curb.
Jumping down the steps, Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights.
Being tickled to death; Running till you were out of breath.
Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt!
Being tired from playing . . . Remember that?
I ain't finished just yet . . .
What about the girl that had the big bubbly hand writing?
Licking the beaters when your mother made a cake.
Didn't that feel good? Just to go back and say,
Yeah, I remember that!
Remember when . . .
When there were two types of sneakers for girls and boys
(Keds and PF Flyers),
and the only time you wore them at school, was for "gym."
When nearly everyone's mom was at home when the kids got there.
When nobody owned a purebred dog.
When a quarter was a decent allowance,
and another quarter a huge bonus.
When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.
When baseball cards in the spokes transformed a bike into a motorcycle.
When water balloons were the ultimate weapon.
When girls neither dated nor kissed until late high school,
When Saturday morning cartoons weren't commercials for action figures.
When your mom wore nylons that came in two pieces.
When all of your male teachers wore neckties and
female teachers had their hair done, everyday.
When it took five minutes for the TV to warm up,
And laundry detergent came with a free towel in each box.
When no one asked where the car keys were because
they were always in the car, in the ignition--with the door unlocked
When kids managed to play baseball without coaches or parents
Remember Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, Howdy Doody, the Lone Ranger,
Only the Shadow Knows, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk
When you got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped,
without asking, for free, every time.
You didn't pay for air . . . or drinking water. And,
you got trading stamps to boot!
When any parent could discipline any kid,
or feed him or use him to carry groceries, and nobody, not even the kid,
thought a thing of it.
When having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot.
When it was considered a great privilege to be
taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents.
The price of gas was affordable.
Milk came in jars with real bottle caps.
When they threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed . . .
When being sent to the principal's office was nothing
compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home.
Basically, we were in fear for our lives
but it wasn't because of drive by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc.
Disapproval of our parents and grandparents was a
much bigger threat!
If you can remember any of these things, I smile with you.
Talk of these things to your children.
Don't let these memories fade away completely.
Just talking to your children, friends, or loved ones,
and trading memories is a joy.
Life goes quickly. Seize it!
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And don't forget to thank God for it!