tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post2381847161640559273..comments2024-03-18T10:29:46.055+00:00Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: My Ever-Increasing Difficulties with NamesKen Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-16854759736556116452013-05-02T16:23:16.052+01:002013-05-02T16:23:16.052+01:00For a long time I thought this was a "guy&quo...For a long time I thought this was a "guy" thing. Hubby can remember faces, even their telephone numbers, but not names. I do remember names and it's a curse...because everyone in the family will call me to fill in the blank.<br /><br />However, I still occasionally have to revert to mentally going down the alphabet until the file cabinet in my head yells, "That's it! It starts with an 'H'....um Hank. Hank Williams!"<br /><br />If it makes you feel better, I found a sticker which is on the refrigerator at my senior citizens center. It says, "Hi! I can't remember your name either."<br /><br />:)hopehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03306622656461205674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-73921869633339353702013-04-28T11:01:32.763+01:002013-04-28T11:01:32.763+01:00I have—and, strangely enough, always have had—a te...I have—and, strangely enough, always have had—a terrible memory for names. I have—or at least used to have—an <i>excellent</i> memory for faces but not the accompanying names. I still have a couple of leaving cards that I’ve hung onto for … Christ, the oldest one will be about thirty years ago now … and every now and then I stumble across them, look at the names and think: <i>Who the hell was (s)he?</i> My brother has three kids—a daughter to his first wife whose name I can remember (both the ex-wife’s name and the daughter’s although I’m not sure if it’s hyphenated)—and a son and a daughter to his second wife none of whose names I can dredge up at the moment. I can remember her father’s name and (surprisingly) the name of the woman he moved down south to marry (perhaps because she’s the only woman I’ve ever known called Joy) but I cannot for the life of me remember my brother’s second wife’s name nor the names of the children she bore him. I couldn’t tell you the name of most of my aunts and uncles (and there are a lot of them) apart from Harry, Frank and Lily on my mother’s side. I know my paternal grandfather was called John but he’s the only one whose name I can remember, none of my other grandparents. I’m trying just now to bring to mind the names of Carrie’s parents. Her dad’s called Emory (not sure if I’ve got the spelling right) but I’d have to ask her what he mother’s name is. I know it—it will be in there if I just concentrate for a while—but if I had to speak to her on the phone just now I’d have to call her ‘pet’ which she likes. And yet I could probably rattle off the names and rank of the bridge crews of every iteration of Star Trek (and I’m including the Enterprise ‘C’).<br /><br>Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-70461126960275919982013-04-28T09:33:34.160+01:002013-04-28T09:33:34.160+01:00I feel for you. I have given myself an additional ...I feel for you. I have given myself an additional problem when it comes to names I can't remember. I have a tendency to rename people - hence Barry & Rhoda have become Bob & Brenda. This is all very well at home - husband & son have worked out my code but when it comes to a face-to-face meeting with the newly named Bob & Brenda, I am in real schtuck! Karen Redmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18368078023802765569noreply@blogger.com