Memories

February 23, 2025
 
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius
Oftentimes our memory plays tricks on us.  Things that were obviously disassociated sometimes blur together as if happening simultaneously.  Here is a for instance.  As a little boy of maybe six or seven, I remember being on the roof of the house with my dad as he shingled.  Not that I was that much help I'm sure, but I was there.  Based on my age, the memory then would be about in the years 1955 to 1957.  So, here's the disassociated memory that doesn't quite fit into that time slot.  As my dad was pounding the nails through the shingles, my brain remembers that the song Johnny Cash made popular, Ring of Fire was playing while we were up on that roof.  As I investigate, Johnny Cash didn't release that song until 1963.  Besides that, there was no such thing as a transistor radio at that time to carry up onto the roof, even to listen to music.  So, this is my quandary.  Which memory is correct?  Was I even on the roof?  Why is that song associated with that memory?
 
Here is another memory that just doesn't quite make sense.  We lived in an old farmhouse and my bedroom was upstairs.  In the morning, instead of walking down the steps, I floated down the steps.  Instead of Aladdin and his magic carpet upon which he rode, it was Allan walking on air.  I know, I know that gravity makes this an impossible memory.  But it's my memory and I like the idea of once doing what no one else can.   
 
Here's another memory that sometimes reappears when the mist clears.  Not far from our farmhouse, a bridge collapsed.  My recollection is that it folded as the letter “V.”  At the bottom of the folded bridge, the “V”, there was an old Ford Model A car.  Is this memory real or is it an overactive imagination? 
 
I need to go now.  There are men in white suits coming to take me away 😊😊😊
 
Praying, I brought a smile to your face!
 
Pastor Allan
 
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