Today I was reading a touching blog by a young lady who happened upon some old photographs. Several things went through my mind as I read her lament over not knowing more about her grandparents. One photo showed her grandmother smoking - and it shocked her. She hadn't known her grandmother was a smoker, nor was smoking embedded in the girls' childhood memory schemas.
The girl, surprisingly mature for what I had come to expect from millennials; reflected on several cognitive layers, realizing how much folks she barely knew -really loved her, realizing that they and her parents, have tender memories of her that she'll never consciously share (I suppose there's always hypnosis) – they remember her as toddler – she's unable to access those memories without a 'mind practitioner' to assist; and she felt the emotional loss of not knowing. Which I thought was pretty deep for an afternoon coffee & looking over old photographs.