Once Upon a Midnight Dreary

Friday, February 13th, 2004

So, speaking of Alice in Wonderland, it got me to thinking about the useless things I have memorized in the course of my life. When I was younger, memorizing came easily to me. I was a good test taker, though sometimes I only remembered the info long enough for the test. But I memorized other things just because; things that were interesting or intriguing to me. I still have a good memory for song lyrics; it’s kind of a joke in the family that one shouldn’t begin singing around me cause I usually pick it up and run with it, completing all the verses. Jealous family members will roll their eyes and say to the song starter,”Now see what you did.” But I have a very limited capacity for remembering numbers! That’s pretty good since I work in a bank. It’s fascinating to see some people who can rattle off their account numbers, telephone numbers of everyone they know as well as all of their children’s social security numbers. I believe that is why pencil and paper were invented, cause we know we don’t need them to write our posts since we have computers!
Okay, back to Alice in Wonderland, have you ever read the wonderful poem “Jabberwocky”? Here, I’ll recite the first verse from memory: (I could have recited them all, but I’m taking pity on you)

Twas brillig and the slivy tobe did gire and mimble in the wabe

All mimsy were the borrogroves and the mome wraths outgrabe. Beware the Jabberwock, my son, the jaws that bite, the claws that catch Beware the JubJub bird and shun the frumerous bandersnatch.

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Great stuff, huh? And then there is Old Father Williams:
“You are old, father Williams” , the young man said, ” And your hair has become very white And yet you incessantly stand on your head Do you think at your age it is right?” “In my youth,” Father Williams replied to his son “I feared it might injure my brain But now that I’m perfectly sure I have none, Why I do it again and again.”

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The Walrus and the Carpenter:
The moon was shining on the sea, shining with all his might
He did his very best to make the billows smooth and bright
And this was odd because it was the middle of the night.

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You get the point. With all that useless drivel in my head, I have no room for things I SHOULD remember,
like to stop at the store and pick up milk; like my account number; like my sister-in-law’s birthday; like how to play the card game that someone just taught me a week ago. And its getting worse. Why do I remember things I learned 20 years ago, and can’t remember something I read just this morning? Is my brain really full? I REALLY wish I remembered more of the Bible verses I memorized, but I only seem to have the ones I learned when I was young.
Anyway, I don’t think I’m the only one who has accomplished monumental usless memorizing. I was reciting Jabberwocky to impress my niece, Sara McDonald the other day, and she shot right back with the full and complete Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven.
So, I was thinking it would be great fun for everyone, all of our hundreds of readers, to search the cobwebby corners of their memory banks and dredge up the arcane, useless, but very interesting, at least to you at one time, poetry, Shakespeare speeches (“The quality of mercy is not strained; it droppeth as the gentle rain of heaven upon the place beneath”), etc. and share that captivating information with the group. Come on, you know you’re just dying to show off.
In conclusion, I’d just like to say, a la Ogden Nash;
“God in his wisdom made the fly
And then forgot to tell us why.”

Poetically yours,
UltraMom

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  • on February 13th, 2004 04:47 AM UltraBob said:

    There once was a pony, Jim Jump was his name…

  • on February 13th, 2004 04:51 AM UltraBob said:

    I really loved the Jabberwock poem when you used to recite it to me as a boy.  I don’t think I knew what it was from, just that it was a captivating story. 

    I also discover from time to time a great song that you used to sing to me as a wee lad.  A recent example: There was an old woman who swallowed a spider.  That song entertained UltraGirl and I for hours as I tried to recall all the verses.

    I for one, am quite glad that you kept all those memories.

    Kindom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species

  • on February 13th, 2004 04:58 AM UltraMom said:

    He liked to run races and play any games that the other colts play and Jim Jump was his name.

    Come up with something new, for Pete’s sake!

  • on March 4th, 2004 12:38 AM Daphne said:

    I’ve also memorised not only poems, but also quite a bit of probably useless nonsense. Old Father William is one of my favourites (but I remember it as: and your hair is excessively white). Those I remember:

    Once upon a midnight dreary,
    as I pondered weak and weary,
    over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore…

    Gather you rosebuds while you may,
    Old time is still a flying,
    And this same flower that smiles today,
    Tomorrow will be dying. ...

    Here I sit,
    between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea,
    We are one in loneliness,
    and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange…

    But what I cannot remember are events that happened either recently or a long time ago (especially those that don’t strike me; but those that do, I can remember in detail), and also names of people. Exactly three and a half seconds after I’ve been introduced to a person, I forget his name. I should go and stand on my head… (there’s nothing there except rhyming words).