About The Memory Blog

A little while ago, it dawned on me that if something were to happen to me there would be no-one about who could give an entirely accurate account of my life to my son. So I started this site. It is, if you like, the autobiography of someone who is never likely to be asked to write an autobiography.

The order in which posts appear is entirely random, determined by a combination of factors known as ‘what do I want to write about today?’, ‘what important thing happened today?’ and ‘what’s left in the memory bank at the moment?’. The reasons for this are (a) it means that anyone can just drop into the site and have a fair idea of what is going on (b) if it was a purely ‘linear’ site, beginning with my birth and going on from there, you’d have to start at the beginning and (c) it just seemed more interesting to do it that way.

It is, literally, all of my memories, written as I remember them

Comments are always welcome. Sometimes I even remember to respond. And if you like what you read, please nip over to our Facebook page and like us there, too.

6 Responses to About The Memory Blog

  1. Jon says:

    When were you at the Dem School? Pretty sure my sister’s teacher was Mrs Pettegrew.

  2. Ian says:

    Hi Richard – I’m assuming it’s Richard from along the road at Albany Terrace (and later Cults) as I can’t think of any other Richards apart from Bowman and you mention him. This is that said Ian Cameron, very nice to wind my way through your memories, I’m impressed by your powers of recollection! The one clear memory I have of Mrs Pettigrew’s class is cutting out pictures of ladies in their underwear from a clothes catalogue, and getting cliped on by, I think (better get this right or there’ll be litigation for sure) Charlotte Barker. Mrs Pettigrew’s response, which to this day I’m not sure whether was due to embarrassment, a doggedly liberal approach to life and education, a legacy of indulging males in a sexist culture or simple lack of concern, was ‘It’s only natural’. The girls were shocked as only primary girls can be. I can’t remember (much in general, but specifically) who my partner in crime was that day – it was usually Jan or you. I won’t tar either of you with my smutty brush, I’m sure it was all my fault!

    Looking forward to reading more of your memories. All the best.

    • Richard says:

      Hi Ian,

      I’m not sure if I’m that Richard or not, although I think we did live on Albany Terrace for a very short while when we moved to Dundee. For most of the time I lived out in Broughty Ferry, though.

      I don’t remember the underwear incident although it certainly could’ve been me. On the whole it isn’t too hard to remember things from those days as I had so much fun!

      Great to hear from you. I hope all is well with you.


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