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Thursday, 20 November 2008


Some days (weeks?) ago I was tagged by that rather delicious AcornMoon to provide seven facts about myself (unusual if possible - absolutely impossible, naturally), then to tag seven others to do likewise, and to leave a message with each to let them know they have been tagged. Like AcornMoon and Karen (her tagger) before her, I am a virgin at this - actually, I will make that the first fact.

My next three I share with AcornMoon, which is why I include them, of course:

  • I cannot remember names. Nothing to do with age - I have always had difficulty.

  • I can remember faces - well, I could, but all memory is random these days

  • I have always had difficulty putting on weight. I eat mountains, but it makes no difference

  • I think I am a crossed-lateral - i.e. right-handed, left-eyed. Either that or I am a natural left-hander who was coerced into changing, probably by a school teacher - there were still some around in my schooldays who thought left-handedness was a sinister characteristic to have.

  • I was seriously ill when 5 years old. My parents were warned that I might not make it to 6.

  • On my first day at school at play time the teacher told us all to put on our coats, hats and gloves, from which I sensibly deduced that it was time to go home. So I went. A Long walk for a 5-year old, crossing at least one main road.

So that's me!
The other half of my challenge was to pass it on to seven other bloggers.
Here goes! I have chosen the following in the hope that they will not heap curses on my head for having done so. Obviously, it is all done in the spirit of if you want to, if you'd rather not, no problem.


Marion McCready said...

That's my seven done. Poor five year-old you, I can just imagine it!

Rachel Fox said...

Thanks for the invite to this Dave but I've looked through my posts and I did this (or something like it) back on 23rd September (if anyone's interested).

Lovely story about your walk home. Was that before the illness or after?

Dave King said...

I can just recall the headmistress telling mr i'd have to pull my socks up and put my thinking cap on - I thought she'd gone crackers!

Dave King said...

Sorry to have doubled-up on it. I must have missed that somehow.

The walk was before the illness, probably about ten weeks before.

Anonymous said...

Hiya Dave. Thanks for thinking of me. Hope you enjoy my confessions. I sure hope I don't get dragged away in the middle of the night.

Jean said...

Hi Dave, I've responded to this - hope you don't think it's a total cop-out.

My memory for faces seems to be deteriorating faster than memory for names, weirdly. Very envious of your capacity to eat without gaining weight. Amazing how the traumas of early school days stay with us, isn't it?

Jim Murdoch said...

I have always had a problem remembering names too but faces have never been an issue. There's nothing worse than when having to go into a new class with twenty-odd new faces. I'm sure you can empathise with me there. I think that's part of the reason I started calling women 'pet' to cover my embarrassment. In all these years only one ever objected and she was very nice about it – damned if I can remember her name. Oh, and I usually call men 'son' when I don't know their names just in case you wondered. My father's pet word was 'love' – he called everyone it, even blokes on occasion, till he managed to kick the habit.

Acornmoon said...

Poor little you! Time went by very slowly in those early school days so I am not surprised you thought it was home time.

It is heartening to know that others have difficulties remembering names but faces, now that is a different bit of the brain maybe?

Sarah Laurence said...

I'm better with faces than names too. Sorry to hear you were sick as a child. You sound like quite a character at that age. With that spunk of course you'd survive.

hope said...

I'm convinced the "can't remember the name" thing is a male gene. I once asked my husband if he was ashamed of me because he kept forgetting to introduce me. He laughed and said no, he just couldn't remember their name. So now I wait 2 minutes, stick out my hand with, "Hi I'm ---, and you are?" Spares both of us.

I agree with the left hand stuff. I do so many things left handed I'm sure that if they hadn't forced us to hold pencils in our right hands, left would've been natural.

I laughed at your confession of going home from school. Seems logical to me...even at my age. :)

Bee said...

I know that thin people never think that their thinness is a blessed state, but it always seems so to those of us who love to eat and struggle to maintain the status quo!

About your near brush with death as a child: this always fascinates me. My imagination cannot help but spool away with ideas of "what might have been." Last night I was at dinner with a woman whose German ancestors had immigrated to Texas during the 1870s. Her great-grandfather fell into a coma during the journey, and was believed to be dead. The ship's captain wanted to throw him overboard, but the mother refused -- as it went against her religious beliefs. Days and days later, he spontaneously emerged from the coma and went on to (eventually) have 13 children. All of those people who wouldn't have existed!

Dave King said...

Thanks for the contribution. I was very impressed with it. Yes, enjoyed the confessions greatly.

Dave King said...


Yes, I guess it all goes back to there - more than we sometimes realise.

Dave King said...

My absolutely worse moment ever was showing some visitors around the school just before I retired. I went to introduce them to my head of Juniors - and the poor lady's name slipped away from me for a moment - only for a moment, but the damage was done. She'd been with me nearly twenty years at that point!!!

Dave King said...


Yes, I am sure it's another part of the brain - either that or it's a deep psychological disturbance.

Dave King said...


Thanks for the vote of confidrnce. Not sure about the spunk, though.

Anonymous said...

Love these little snippets, the one about putting your hat and coat on and going home on the first day really rings true!

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

Such a charming story of you leaving to go home! Can't say I blame you, however. Seemed pretty logical to me.

Lucy said...

That last one is such a heartstring tugger!

My husband has been known to forget my name in introductions. He's good at faces though, where I'm not, especially out of context. A happy instance of the Jack Spratt syndrome at work.

Thanks for the tag. I'm resolved not to post again until I have worked my way through everyone on my blog roll who has been visiting me so kindly, but I may get onto it then. I've done similar ones before but it's interesting to try again...