On Friday evening Ricki and I took a stroll after the evening meal. She was actually in a good mood, not complaining too bitterly that the walk had become rather extended. Suddenly, she asked me:
“What was it that I made in Gan (preschool)?” She went on to describe a craft she had made and brought home, wanting to discover the correct word for it. Than she went on with her reminiscences. She dug up from her memory the name of her first grade teacher, and laughed about something that had happened a few years back. It was as if I could “see” her memory working, stretching.
I will have to call her first grade teacher and tell her that she was remembered…..