One of the beautiful things about an internet site like the Aldersonian is
that anybody can write almost anything and get it on the internet. Don’t
get me wrong. The Aldersonian is an exemplary feat. Thanks primarily to
Barry Worrell. The quality of the material, photos, and the remarkable
organization of so much and so varied information is astounding. Some
would suggest that I am sucking up to Barry with these comments. What’s
your point? Should I cuss him?
I give this preface because I would like to share some brief musings on
the human memory. I have done this without research and forethought which
leads me to my point about the Aldersonian. Barry could easily say,” Alex,
what experience or credentials gives you the right to write about the
memory for the Aldersonian?” If so questioned, my response would have to
be that I grew up in Alderson. Barry would probably respond," That is
credentials enough for me.”
Politicians rely on the short memory
of voters. Some people say the memory of voters is 30 days long. A friend
of mine, Steve Spence of Charleston, WV says it is no more than 30
seconds. Any politician worth his or her salt has at least 25 number one
priorities. If he or she is in front of doctors he or she will say health
care is his number one priority. If he is in front of a chamber of
commerce the next day he will say that business is his number one
priority. This shortness of memory of the voters allows politicians to say
almost anything and not get punished.
As long as a politician waits a little time, he can be on four sides of
the same issue. A politician can be in California and say that the
nation’s energy future depends on solar energy and that he doesn’t care
what happens to a bunch of coal miners in Appalachia. A few hours later
that same politician can be in West Virginia saying that coal is the key
to the nation’s economic future and that he doesn’t care what nutty tree
huggers in California think. It seems that a democracy would require
voters with longer and more disciplined memories. What was I saying? I
can’t remember.
Politics is a little like Vegas. Get enough lights, sound, and glitter and
the tourists will be so confused that they will lose all self control and
go crazy at the tables. In politics, talk enough that the voters get so
confused that either they don’t show up and give up voting, vote for the
same people time and time again, or the worst of all follow the newest
political messiah.
Yoda Jim Rowe and Bill Wade |
Bill Wade was without doubt the most
famous athlete there ever was with an Alderson connection. He was a
counselor at Camp Greenbrier in the 40s or 50s. He was a quarterback who
played football at Vanderbilt University. Wade was a professional
quarterback for the Los Angeles Rams and the Chicago Bears. He is best
known for being the starting quarterback on the Chicago Bears' 1963 NFL
championship team. He is considered one of the all-time great American
football quarterbacks. He is also considered one of the greatest athletes
in Nashville and Vanderbilt University history. Wade is a member of the
Tennessee Sports Hall of Fame and the Vanderbilt Athletic Hall of Fame.
Some of the Alderson guys of that time period knew Bill very well as he
came to camp for several years and he struck up friendships with a number
of the boys from the town. I met Bill when I was young but I couldn’t
remember it very well and have always been curious to learn more about
him. Long before Google, Wikipedia, Ipods, blackberries and even books,
people use to pass down information orally from generation to generation.
I know someone is going to say that there were blackberries before the
cyber age. But the old tradition of passing stories down over time orally
is still an Alderson tradition. The one distinction from earlier oral
story telling is that in the olden days they would usually pick the
quietest guru to be the story teller. In the Alderson version we often
pick the quickest talking guru to be our story teller.
One day when the old Alderson story teller was telling or revising history
I dosed off in a dreamlike trance, In my trance I asked Yoda Jim Rowe,
brightest of all the Jedi warriors, “Yoda Jim Rowe what can you tell me
about Bill Wade the famous football player who was a counselor at Camp
Greenbrier?” Yoda Jim Rowe paused and gathered his thoughts before he said
anything to me. That was the first clue that I was dreaming. Yoda Jim Rowe
then said, “Grasshopper Alex let me tell you.” Then someone shook me and I
looked up and there was Jim Rowe that I knew and not the Yoda Jim Rowe
that I had dreamt about. Jim said,” Alex don’t you know any damn thing?
Rush Limbaugh invented the single wing and he invented the internet”. I
said, “Thanks for the update but tell me about Bill Wade. “ Jim started
off about 50 miles an hour and was soon up to 80 miles an hour talking
about Bill Wade.
Human beings apparently are the only
species on earth that have awareness and forethought. But I think a number
of species have something that resembles a memory. Anybody that has had
dogs, we have four, would be convinced that dogs have memories and not
merely a repetitive reaction to certain stimulus. Elephants reportedly
never forget.
Any man who has been married would probably observe that women don’t
forget, a lot. I would suggest that the memory of a woman is sometimes
selective and it is almost always used for leverage in arguments or
negotiations. But Lord help the man who questions his wife’s memory. Hell
knows no fury such as a wife’s reaction when a husband has questioned or
contradicted her memory. If there is ever a time in a husband’s tenure
that he should say “Yes, Dear” it would be every time she begins a
sentence with “as I remember….”
What is it that we remember? |
People are not robots with perfect
memories. For instance, witnesses at crime scenes are notorious for having
sketchy memories.” He was some where between 5’8 and 6’3””. A calm
demeanor would probably correlate with a higher degree of accurate memory
in theses events.
Roger Bowyer, Bill Kincaid and I try to get together a couple of times a
year to discuss current events and to go over old times. It is pretty
clear from our discussions that memory is selective and very
individualistic. The eyes of the beholder adage seem magnified when it
comes to memories of 40 to 50 years ago. It is unbelievable how one of us
will remember some portion of our shared experience with exact detail and
not even remember some of the featured characters in the particular little
episode.
The mind is constantly seeking ways to store information. To a certain
extent the memory is identical to people who will only listen to
newscasters that confirm or enhance their preconceived ideas. We seem to
store in our memories those things that fit in with the way we each
believe the world works. I would think that Rick Hughes’ failing memories
of the events at Elvin Keadle’s Exxon back in a summer night of the 60s
illustrates how memories can be very subjective.
There are different layers of things that we remember. Probably at the top
level are those memories of those that owe someone money. I went to school
with someone who would run for his life every time he might have a chance
opportunity to run into someone he owed money to. His memory was very
active and very engaged.
At the next level are published authors who write memoirs like I did.
There are three sets of friends that are interested in not seeing me:
those I wrote about, those who I did not write about and those who live in
mortal fear that I will ask them to buy my book. But persons in each of
these categories have memories that fade over time. If I don’t bring the
book up, old friends will begin to forget about the book and talk to me
without the fear that I will get them down on the ground and twist their
arm until they buy a book or that I will write about them in the next
book.
Groundhog Day or the delight of Rick Hughes |
Every year for the last ten years my
high school classmate, teammate and life long friend Rick Hughes and I get
together in Charleston, WV around Labor Day to run the Regatta 5k race. A
5 k race is 5000 kilometers which equates to 3.1 miles. I used to run this
race and now I jog the race. The cutoff between runners and joggers is 9
minute miles. The 5k race always starts about 10 to 15 minutes after the
distance run of 13 miles which starts at 7:30.
It was last year or probably any year that we have run. Rick was beside me
at the starting line saying, “Watch out McLaughlin I am going to get you
this year”. When the gun goes off after the countdown, Rick shoots out of
the gate at top speed. I want to say to Rick don’t run so fast you won’t
be able to keep this up for three miles in this heat and this humidity. I
wonder why Rick’s memory does not tell him that his plan this year to
start out fast was the same plan that he had in past. But it almost seems
like the movie Groundhog Day. Rick starts out fast and I never see him
again until the end of the race when I am there waiting and waiting for
him to come to the finish line at Laidley Field. Somehow I believe this
year may be different and Rick will be waiting patiently for me at the
finish line. One thing is sure he is already saying, “This year McLaughlin
I will get you.”
I try to work three cross word
puzzles a day to keep my memory as sharp as possible. Because it looks
like in the foreseeable future I will have to learn Chinese in order to
write my check to the IRS every year or at least the portion that goes for
interest on the national debt. Even with the work on crossword puzzles I
can already see some signs of deterioration. For the life of me I can’t
remember if 38 was one of the Hizers or was a football play.
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