My life : a record of events and opinions - Wallace-online.org

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i6MY LIFEtwo to the woods beyond, to my greatdelight a firewas made, and we also feasted on potatoes with salt,as Sandford and Merton had done. Of course wedid not complete the imitation of the story by sleepingin the wood, which would have been too bold anddangerous an undertaking for our sisters to join in,even if my brother and I had wished to do so.I may here mention a psychological peculiarity,no doubt common to many children of the same age,that, during the whole period of my residence at Usk,I have no clear recollection, and can form no distinctmental image, of either my father or mother, brothersor sisters. I simply recollect that they existed, butmy recollection is only a blurred image, and does notextend to any peculiarities of feature, form, or evenof dress or habits. It is only at a considerably laterperiod that I begin to recollect them as distinct andwell-marked individuals whose form and featurescould not be mistaken—as, in fact, being my fatherand mother, my brothers and sisters ; and the houseand surroundings in which I can thus first recollect,and in some degree visualize them, enable me to saythat I must have been then at least eight years old.What makes this deficiency the more curious isthat, during the very same period at which Icannotrecall the personal appearance of the individuals withwhom my life was most closely associated, I can recallall the main features and many of the details of myoutdoor, and, to a less degree, of my indoor, surroundings.The form and colour of the house, theroad, the river close below it, the bridge with thecottage near its foot, the narrow fields between usand the bridge, the steep wooded bank at the back,the stone quarry and the very shape and position ofthe flat slabs on which we stood fishing, the cottages

—MY EARLIEST MEMORIES 17a little further on the road, the little church of Llanbadockand the stone stile into the churchyard, thefishermen and their coracles, the ruined castle, itswinding stair and the delightful walk round its topall come before me as I recall these earlier days witha distinctness strangely contrasted with the vagueshadowy figures of the human beings who were myconstant associates in all these scenes. In the houseI recollect the arrangement of the rooms, the Frenchwindow to the garden, and the blue-papered room nwhich I slept, but of the people always with me inthose rooms, and even of the daily routine of ourlife,I remember nothing at all.I cannot find any clear explanation of these factsin modern psychology, whereas they all become intelligiblefrom the phrenological point of view. Theshape of my head shows that I have form and individtialitybut moderately developed, while locality^ideality, colour, and comparison are decidedly stronger.Deficiency in the first two caused me to take littlenotice of the characteristic form and features of theseparate individualities which were most familiar tome, and from that very cause attracted less closeattention ; while the greater activity of the lattergroup gave interest and attractiveness to the everchangingcombinations in outdoor scenery, while thevaried opportunities for the exercise of the physicalactivities, and the delight in the endless variety ofnature which are so strong in early childhood, impressedthese outdoor scenes and interests upon mymemory. And throughout life the same limitationsof observation and memory have been manifest. Ina new locality it takes me a considerable time beforeI learn to recognize my various new acquaintancesindividually ; and looking back on the varied scenes

i6MY LIFEtwo to the woods beyond, to my greatdelight a firewas made, <strong>and</strong> we also feasted on potatoes with salt,as S<strong>and</strong>ford <strong>and</strong> Merton had done. Of course wedid not complete the imitation <strong>of</strong> the story by sleepingin the wood, which would have been too bold <strong>and</strong>dangerous an undertaking for our sisters to join in,even if my brother <strong>and</strong> I had wished to do so.I may here mention a psychological peculiarity,no doubt common to many children <strong>of</strong> the same age,that, during the whole period <strong>of</strong> my residence at Usk,I have no clear recollection, <strong>and</strong> can form no distinctmental image, <strong>of</strong> either my father or mother, brothersor sisters. I simply recollect that they existed, butmy recollection is only a blurred image, <strong>and</strong> does notextend to any peculiarities <strong>of</strong> feature, form, or even<strong>of</strong> dress or habits. It is only at a considerably laterperiod that I begin to recollect them as distinct <strong>and</strong>well-marked individuals whose form <strong>and</strong> featurescould not be mistaken—as, in fact, being my father<strong>and</strong> mother, my brothers <strong>and</strong> sisters ; <strong>and</strong> the house<strong>and</strong> surroundings in which I can thus first recollect,<strong>and</strong> in some degree visualize them, enable me to saythat I must have been then at least eight years old.What makes this deficiency the more curious isthat, during the very same period at which Icannotrecall the personal appearance <strong>of</strong> the individuals withwhom my <strong>life</strong> was most closely associated, I can recallall the main features <strong>and</strong> many <strong>of</strong> the details <strong>of</strong> myoutdoor, <strong>and</strong>, to a less degree, <strong>of</strong> my indoor, surroundings.The form <strong>and</strong> colour <strong>of</strong> the house, theroad, the river close below it, the bridge with thecottage near its foot, the narrow fields between us<strong>and</strong> the bridge, the steep wooded bank at the back,the stone quarry <strong>and</strong> the very shape <strong>and</strong> position <strong>of</strong>the flat slabs on which we stood fishing, the cottages

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