But the years have washed away her hope What are Mattie and Molly doing now? Where has life taken them? Will she ever see her brother and sister again? Hardcover , pages. My Heart Remembers 1. Maelle Gallagher , Molly Gallagher. Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence for Inspirational To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about My Heart Remembers , please sign up. Carolyn V I agree, but, they would have to keep the characters straight; which is done nicely in books by chapters. See 2 questions about My Heart Remembers…. Lists with This Book.
This book never fails to make me weep! Such happy, emotional tears I will always embrace. The rich spiritual and emotional journeys in this novel are what I've come to expect and deeply appreciate in a Kim Vogel Sawyer story, and this particular tale never gets old. This is now my fourth read of it, though it's my first listen to the audio version.
The narrator, Heather O'Neill did a wonderful job, even nailing the Irish accent from the get-go, which gave me happy chills and a broad smile. Her de This book never fails to make me weep! Her delivery did have a few choppy, abrupt moments, but overall, she was a delight to listen to. I'd look for other books narrated by her. Molly's journey stood out to me more this time than any other. I'm not sure why I've always forgotten how much of her story is woven into this lovely book.
My guess is that I've always adored Maelle the most, thus paying the most attention to her part of things. My favorite thing this go-around was how Petey provided the thread that linked the siblings together throughout. It was neat to see how he constantly popped in and out of the lives of Maelle, Matty, and Molly. I was not compensated for my honest review. View all 4 comments. Mar 17, Hannah rated it it was amazing Shelves: What a delightful story, as the three siblings make their way toward the reunion they have long dreamed of accomplishing.
Maelle was my favorite but not by a long shot, because Matt and Isabelle Molly were great in their own right plus, who can resist Petey? If you're looking for beautifully-written fiction from a strong Christian standpoint definitely preaches the gospel and with a romantic-focus value of nearly 0, grab it immediately and dive in!
I loved every moment, e Simply perfection! I loved every moment, even the sad ones, and you may very well need a box of tissues handy. Easily a favorite of the books I've read this year. Feb 11, Loraine rated it really liked it Shelves: Maelle, Mattie, and Molly, children of Irish immigrants, are left orphaned after a fire ravishes their tenement house.
They are taken first to an orphanage in New York and then placed on an orphan train headed to Missouri. There, even as 8 year old Maelle fights to keep the together, they are torn apart and each ends up with a different family. Maelle, dressed as a boy, heads off with a photographer to become his assistant, Mattie is taken by a rancher as a child laborer. And baby Molly is taken Maelle, Mattie, and Molly, children of Irish immigrants, are left orphaned after a fire ravishes their tenement house.
And baby Molly is taken by a well-to-do couple. Maelle sends both Mattie and Molly with a token of their family so they won't forget who they are, and Maelle vows to spend her life searching for her brother and sister. This is a tender, poignantly written story. I couldn't help falling in love with each of the three children as they grew to adulthood and faced trials that made each of their lives more difficult. But in the midst of their trials, each one found Jesus as their Savior and became more and more dependent on Him as they lived their lives and made decisions.
Lots of great secondary characters who added more special touches to this story. Definitely a happy tears moment as they are all finally reunited at the close of the book even though it was easy to predict. I hated to see the book end and I look forward to reading the sequel: Mar 03, Erin rated it it was amazing. Take care o' the wee ones. Don't let them o' yer sight. These are the last words that eight year old Maelle Gallagher hears before her mother and father perish in a fire in their tenement house.
With their only family gone, Maelle, her brother Mattie, and baby sister, Molly are thrown at the mercy of a New York City orphanage. Soon the three Irish immigrants find themselves on an orphan train headed for Missouri. Upon learning that she will be separated from her siblings, Mael Take care o' the wee ones. Upon learning that she will be separated from her siblings, Maelle, now known as Mike, gives each a gift to remember her by.
The family bible goes to her baby sister and a family photograph to Mattie. Maelle tells her brother that when they meet again she will know her siblings by these things and they will know her by their mother's carefully kept love letters. Seventeen years pass, part two of the book is narrated by Maelle, a photographer now known as Mike Watts , Mattie is now Matt Tucker, ranch hand and Molly is Isabelle Standler, a young heiress who is becoming aware of her real story.
Each begins an unexpected journey to Missouri and to each other. Of course, there are many helping hearts and hands that all three characters encounter and who will be instrumental in the three long lost siblings to be reunited. Mar 22, Lila Diller rated it it was amazing Shelves: I couldn't put it down several times. I still had about a pages to the end, and I couldn't just stop; I had to finish it! I loved the faith element. I loved the characters. I loved the history. I loved the interweaving of the three stories to finally merge at the end. The only thing I didn't absolutely love was the resolution.
I realize there is a sequel, but I think the last thread could have been easily tied up in an epilogue. On the whole, definitely going into my re-read pile I loved it! On the whole, definitely going into my re-read pile! Since then, her reason for church attendance had become two-fold.
Mike was standin' right on the boardwalk'" p. Dec 15, Christina Knotts rated it liked it Shelves: This was, overall, an excellent read. I was not impressed with the writing, however. It has a "modern" feel to it, with very short sentences for which I don't really care. Also, there were some parts where the unmarried couples would touch, etc. In one part, one of the main characters shied away from being hugged by a man and then later on, she realizes that she enjoys his touch now and that God brought her that "healing.
Mar 08, Charlene rated it it was amazing Shelves: What a refreshing change! I have not read a story written in this way before and I loved it! The style was unique and very creative. The story took a hold of me from chapter one. Breaking my heart at times.
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But also healing my heart along the way. Rearly do I cry when reading but this story did make me cry for joy more than sad tears a few times. If I'm honest my heart longs for mor 5 "pitcher" Stars!! If I'm honest my heart longs for more of this story! I really liked the characters they all had there own likeable personalities except one or two but we can't like them all.
My personal favourite was Petey: The writing was beautiful and extremely engaging. Including book 2 to this series.
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I definitely recommend this book! Mar 09, Jerry rated it really liked it. A very sweeping historical narrative, the story of Maelle and her siblings was touching at times, heartbreaking at others. Mar 09, Amanda Tero rated it it was amazing. Oh, I loved this book!!
It has officially taken its place as my favorite book by Kim Vogel Sawyer. Such a sweet, sweet story! At first, I liked Isabelle's Molly's story the best. And then Matthew's story developed. And then I just liked Maelle. The orphan train is dear to my heart anyway, so reading a story of three orphans who "rode the train" and were separated This book was just beautifully done. When one character "got their life together" then things Oh, I loved this book!! When one character "got their life together" then things intensified for another character.
The story never, ever felt like it was dragging. It was so very well crafted. I just feel like gushing "this was such a good book, such a GOOD book. D Yeah, a cohesive review isn't happening tonight. It was just a very lovely read. I'll admit that sometimes I feel not the best judge of how much romance because when it gets to a part I don't care for as much, I tend to skim. There were some hugs and maybe a kiss before marriage, but the feelings weren't too exploited. I might would recommend it for up of conservative readers.
But the spiritual lives of the other two was pretty solid wanting to please God, seeking Him. So I definitely put it as a Christian novel. Interestingly enough, though one of the main women characters wore trousers, I didn't find her to be too independent or a feminist which is a trend for most "Christian Historical Fiction". So all-in-all, a very enjoyable read. It wasn't perfect all across the board, but I just want to give it five stars.
Jan 05, Rebecca rated it really liked it. This was a surprisingly good novel. I received it as a Christmas gift from my grandmother, and while I ordinarily do not dabble in the Christian fiction genre for one reason or another, I figured there was no harm in giving it a try. The story really sucked me in, especially with the three altering narratives from each of the protagonists. A quick read, but an enticing story that I couldn't put down. While the characters were all Christian, they certainly weren't perfect and were all the more be This was a surprisingly good novel.
While the characters were all Christian, they certainly weren't perfect and were all the more believable. A heartbreaking story with the perfect ending that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, like all is right in the world. I have a weakness for historical fiction, and I enjoyed Sawyer's descriptions of Missouri town life in the early 20th century.
Surprising bits of enticing romance too, which I was not expecting, and carried out very well. Not quite on par with Francine River's Redeeming Love, as far as Christian fiction goes, but still worth a read. Full of Truth, but not too preachy I liked that it focused on the theme of Psalm , which coincidentally happens to be one of my absolute favorite psalms. I think it might appeal slightly more to the Protestant crowd, just because of some of the theological elements presented e.
Also odd that the three siblings are of Irish origin, but there is no mention of a Catholic background. Although considering the importance of the family Bible in the plot and the fact that they are immigrants could mean they are of the Irish Protestant minority And sometimes you really need to read those kinds of things. Oct 03, Marge rated it liked it. I took advantage of a "free" Kindle book offer and downloaded this book. It is a story about three orphans who board an "orphan train" on their way to an orphanage.
The parents who were Irish immigrants perished in a fire leaving them to fend for themselves. Maelle is 9 and a half years old, Mattie, 6 years old and one-year old Molly. Predictably, they are adopted by three different families. But just before the younger kids are taken by their adoptive parents, Maelle manages to I took advantage of a "free" Kindle book offer and downloaded this book. But just before the younger kids are taken by their adoptive parents, Maelle manages to give them things to remind them that they were once a family.
Fast-forward to when Maelle, now known as Mike, is 25, Mattie, now called Matt, is 22, and the baby Molly's name has been changed to Isabelle, And that is the last two-thirds of the book. Right from the get-go, I knew they would find each other. Consider this a spoiler alert. But when it happened, it still tugged at my heart and as I read, my tears were flowing, to my embarrassment. The book has a lot of religious references which can be off-putting to other readers.
Easy read and entertaining. Mar 06, Linda Klager rated it it was amazing. I loved this book. I am interested in geneology and this book talked about a family from Ireland. They moved to New York and lived in a tenement. This was a very loving family, but tragedy struck them and the children became orphans. I would like to read more books about the history of the "Orphan Trains". These three children were split up even though Maelle, the oldest sibling tried to keep them together because her father asked her to "Take care of the wee ones".
Little did Maelle know in the I loved this book. Little did Maelle know in the future how she would "take care of the wee ones". There was drama, adventure, romance and true love and redemption in this book. Praise the Lord that all children came to know Jesus as their personal Savior and Lord. Sep 03, Kara rated it it was ok Shelves: About 75 percent into this book I knew that I could not give this book more than two stars.
I also knew that I had to review it, which I don't do very often. The plot was extremely predictable to me. I knew what was going to happen, and found myself wanting the siblings to meet each other so it could be done with. The characters fell flat. A lot of these characters were suppose to have a lot of different issues in their lives, and yet the back story to most of them fell short.
I found myself wond About 75 percent into this book I knew that I could not give this book more than two stars. I found myself wondering what really happened with the 3 siblings during all their time apart. I dreamt that I was sucked up by my mum's vacuum cleaner, the type with the long hose and cylinder body and lay curled up in it.
In my dream I thought I'd died. The other odd thing was that I was covered in short hair. At the time I had no idea where babies came from, nor that they were curled up exactly as I saw myself. And it was only years later at school that I found out that a foetus is hairy at one point in its development. I think my dream was a back-to-front memory of being born and being in the womb. Kathryn Borg, Leicester, UK I had a memory for a long time of being held high in a room, hearing a rush of noise while peering though a hand over my face - I figured this to be my birth by Caesarian almost 2 months premature.
I remember being breastfed, being fed in the highchair, driving in the car, learning to walk I especially remember the frustration of knowing I wanted to get somewhere, pulling myself up on furniture and the crash of falling down on wet nappies. My mother denies I could because I was nine months old. I remember my first birthday - not the fact it was my first birthday, I was able to describe a present I had in front of me and my mother scoffed that I couldn't have remembered it as it was my first birthday. But I sure remember the carpet and vinyl tiles removed from the house before I was one - I spent a lot of time on those.
I definitely remember being pre-verbal - of trying to tell my mother I wanted a drink but she couldn't understand. Then there were two stays in hospital before the age of 17 months, it was more about the colours and shapes of things that I didn't know what they were then, but because I can still see them all so visibly now I can name the experience Paula, New Zealand My 3 year old daughter is obsessed with wanting to get back into my belly.
When ever she's sad or feeling clingy, she says "mummy can I get back in your belly? Charlene Walker, Gillingham England I can't remember being born but I can remember the first time I was given semi-solid food after nothing but warm milk bottle fed, by the way - it felt so strange that it didn't just slip down easily, and I had to make an effort to swallow. I can remember slewing sideways in my highchair in reaction. I was less than a year old, for sure.
I can also remember the awful sensation of the tight 'swaddling' clothes an old woman grandmother? I've hated tight clothes or tucked-in bed-linen ever since. I can also remember breaking a window at 18 months old. I'm always amazed that people can't remember before the age of 3. C Laugesen, Leyland UK I have a vague memory of being carried out to my mother who was laying on a hospital bed. I must have been a baby because I was in the palms of their hands. I also have vivid memories from when I was 12 months old. The human mind is a very powerful tool.
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I was in a bedroom in my cot looking at the sun shining trough the window and curtains. I know it was when i was in my first year because it is my great nana's house that i describe. I was born at my great grandma's house at her home and remained there until i was 9 months old. Danny Mousley, Sydenham, Australia I think that some people can remember the moment when she or he born but I think this is possible only when you are in a session of psychotherapy regression because the psychologist is an expert and can control the whole process.
Alma, Colima, Mexico I have phenomenal long-term memory. My mother stated that I formed a complete sentence at 9 months old. I was born in Australia, and traveled to the US when I was close to 2. I can remember the ship we took to Honolulu, Hawaii, and the passengers playing shuffle board on the deck.
The deck chairs were forest green canvas. I remember the hula dancers in Hawaii, and that they all wore different colored pastel hula outfits. Maybe I remember this particularly, because the colors were so beautiful. As well, I remember living in Australia, and some of the furniture in the houses there, like an old angique piano that was shipped from Hamburg, Germany in the 's by my great-grandfather, and was at my great grandmother's house.
I remember playing under the piano as a child. I remember having Sunday dinners there with my grandparents and my great grandmother. I remember my Uncle sitting me on a Persian type carpet and pretending it was a magic carpet, and that we traveled all over the world. He was the driver and sat at the front and I was a passenger and sat at the back.
He would say, "next stop is England, next stop Arabia, etc. On this board it was stated that if one was able to speak at an early age, then he or she would be able to remember, as well. However, I do recall before I was able to speak, when I was just a few months old, maybe 6 or 7 months that I liked Vanilla ice cream. My mother bought different flavors, and vanilla was my favorite. One time she gave me strawberry her favorite ice cream.
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I wanted to tell her I hate strawberry ice cream. Why don't you give me vanilla instead? I believe this was the reason I talked at an early age. I think I just wanted to tell my mother, and the others, what I liked and what I didn't like. Further, I remember several incidences that occurred before I was able to talk. I knew clearly in my mind what I wanted to say, but the words just wouldn't come out. Although I couldn't speak, I knew what I wanted to say. I remember being extremely frustrated that I couldn't tell them what I wanted.
Incidences such as these more than likely forced me to speak at an early age. So, in my opinion, we are able to remember things months before we are able to formulate a sentence. When we are finally able to formulate a sentence, we remember things from that point on, plus we remember things that we were unable to articulate months before we could talk. I also believe if we have been through a traumatic experience, then that experience remains in our sub-conscious mind, and we would be able to articulate that experience years later.
We may at first see flashbacks, and then eventually, the entire picture. As these type of traumatic experiences are brought into our conscious mind, we are able to relate the experience verbally, at a later date in time. Long term memory probably depends on, as was mentioned on this board, how early we are able to articulate sentences. I never paid much attention to that because for years it was normal for me to have that memory. I do remember me being born.
I remember taking my first breath of air very silently and watching the white wall in the bedroom. I remember what happened next and I remember what happened before. Oh, and I also remember times before my birth. I remember turning around looking for a way out and being puzzled as to how I would fit through such a narrow passage. I kid you not, I can remember as what I deem to be infancy lying on my back and looking up at the ceiling of what appears to be a hospital and seeing bright lights.
I am not sure to this day what that memory is of. Sometimes I think it was shortly after birth.
I have however described the bedroom in which I slept and the crib in which I slept in great detail to my mother. She was shocked to know that I recalled what pictures were hanging on my wall as an infant. They were of Raggedy Ann and Andy. I also remember when I fell and split my eyebrow open at 18 months. I remember being rushed in our family car to the hospital and being held on my mother's lap in the back seat.
She comforted me while I was drinking a bottle with apple juice in it. I am not 32, but when I told my parents of this recollection I must have been about They asked me how I could have remembered that in such detail. Susan Tosh, Portland, Oregon United States It is scientifically impossible to remember events before your brain is sufficiently developed to hold on to such memories.
People here who have claimed memories in the first couple of years of their lives will have created memories from dreams or other people's recollections. People who claim to remember being in the womb are, to be frank, utterly deluded. But you will never see me claiming that the part of your brain that was needed to develop and the way it works so that you could fully enjoy a movie and remember it later is the one that would allow you to remember your first year of life.
It may seem weird but it is a completely different mind pattern, not based on concepts. Sometimes if I make an effort it comes back; other times it may occur spontaneously. In fact, the more I allow the critical mind to rule in my life, the less comfortable it feels. I could hear a steady,rythmic blip blip blip sound mother's heartbeat and I was comforted by it. Suddenly something terrible happened and it frieghtened me.
Then the blip blip sound returned and I thought everything was ok. Again the terrible thing happened and this time I knew it would happen again and again. My body was being painfully pulled and squeased, mother was screaming and i thought something terrible, horrible and awful was happening! Then I came out and the doctor said something to me that was friendly and welcoming. I didn't know the words but I got his message! Later whenever I would have fever or something I would have flashbacks of my birth.
I never thought i was remembering my birth. I didn't know what it was and never talked to my mother about it. I gave birth to two children and still didn't get the connection. Finally when my daughter was in labor I was able put 2 and 2 together. If my mother were still alive I would ask her if there was a large window in front of us with the sun shining brightly through it and if the doctor had a black mustashe and was short and fat.
But I will try. I have had this memory my whole life I remember a light and then all of a sudden I knew I was here and I was alive. It Could have been right when I was born or maybe when my brain started working? But it is a real memory. And still very clear to me today , I am 31 now. Tammy, USA It is entirely possible. It has made no real impact on my life, but still i remember. Well my answer is and was before: For long time i thaught it was a dream I remembered. It must be more than 25 years since I remember this "dream".
Im 29 now and I think it is possible it wasnt a dream. Andy, Over the course of my life 56 years beginning in early childhood I had these strange sensations from time to time that felt like I was moving through a smooth fleshy channel. I was being pulled and pushed gently through what I felt was the equal pressure of the channel all around me. This was a purely physical sensation. It was and is so out of the ordinary I have often wondered if it was a pre-verbal recollection of being born.
Having read the entry of the little girl saying that having a sweater pulled over her was like being born is just about what I experienced. Tom, Chico, USA I vaguely remember something before being born, like skiing, going around a mountain. Then trying so hard to remember something as well.
It was so very important to remember what ever it was. Maybe it was my name. Then next thing I remember was forgetting, then coming out and seeing things. They looked new and familiar at the same time. I felt scared as I looked at the white cement block walls Somehow, I don't remember my mother and then i remember going down a hall.
My next memory is about 8 months old. At about 2 years old and ever since I remember so much. Things I've been told shouldn't be able to remember. However, about 3 years ago a friend of mine had just recently qualified in hypnotherapy and wanted to try some on me.
So as a favour, I let him try his quit smoking program on me. I asked for the day I was born as I didn't believe it was possible. He took me there and asked me to describe everything I could see, the room, the people there, what they looked like, what they could wear, etc while he wrote it down. I got in touch with my mother that very evening and bizarrely she confirmed everything I said. I didn't believe in hypnotherapy, hypnosis or anything of the sort until then. He described to me how all our memories are stored in what he called a 'filing cabinet' system.
He says all memories even whilst on the influence of alcohol or recreational drugs can be retrieved through hypnotherapy. Sounds unrealistic to me but if one wants to believe this, then its possible to remember being born as well as anything else that has happened in our lives. Nila Patel, London England Frankly, i think most of those of you who feel you have memories of birth have just imagined them. I have many "memories" of babyhood too but i always see them in the third person perspective.
This leads me to think that i have just extrapolated the memory from parents accounts of events and later memories. I asked Sarah if she remembered being in my tummy. She said, "Yes, it was really dark in there mommy! The thing is, we never told Sarah she was baby A and lower and Hannah was baby B and higher, so how did she know that she would have to look up to see Hannah? Plus, Hannah was breeched so since they both weren't head down, Hannah's feet were in fact near Sarah's head.
I don't know if she could really remember it but I don't know why she would make up something like that. I guess if I was kicked in the head for 9 months, that would be something to remember! Suzy, Sacramento, USA It is absolutely possible to remember something that you can't explain remembering. My earliest childhood memory was when I was roughly 5 months old. This memory looks like a dream when i'm remembering it - but it has actually happened. I'm literally having an 'outer body' experience because i'm floating in the air close to the ceiling looking down.
There are 3 people there and a baby laying out on the table. The 3 people are my mom, dad and my Uncle Joe. It was his first time seeing me and they were admiring me. It goes from that, to me being in my uncles' arms on a patio and being thrown in the air over the balcony. My uncle was trying to freak my mom out, and it worked. The weird thing is, in my memory i can sense my mom's fright and worry I can remember her telling him that's enough.
But I also remember praying to God to not let me die. I came to my mom with this and she was shocked, she said i couldn't possibly remember it. But the fact is, I do. I can't buy into the notion that it's something i may had heard and ran with it because in my recollection i can sense what people feel. Nobody can explain that to me. I feel that I'm enlightened and lucky to be able to remember something so early on, even though it's hard for some to believe it.
I have a few more early childhood memories but that one was my earliest. Everyone thinks I am crazy, but my experience was nearly exact to that of Ray Bradbury's. I remember being crushed and then bright lights and seeing the silhouette of a man grabbing me, but I was not scared of the voice. I had a reoccuring nightmare from as early as I can remember and continued regularly until the age of 8. The memory was of a pulsating pain in the eyes, panic and other sensations.
There was no vision associated with the memory which made it very difficult to remember or interpret after the nightmare. I remember it as being the most frightening experience I ever had and feared having the nightmare. So, in summary, I remember being a small child having a nightmare of being born! Richard Host, Sydney Australia The thought that anybody can claim to remember being born is ludicrous. The human brain is simply not developed enough to store any long term memory. Therefore, how can you possibly remember being born.
That would be like saying I know what's going to happen to me in future. I can go to a psychic, but they can't guarantee anything, just like nobody can guarantee that they were born a certain way. Edward Shambrook, Hornchurch, England I have memories from earlier than 18 months old.
I remember my great granddad- very hazy memories of him taking us for walks and a little brass tortoise he used to keep sweets in! I remember sitting by the fire and playing with it. I know I was younger than 18 months old because he died when I was 18 months. I remember my mum being shocked when I recalled these memories to her at a young age so they are not memories I have 'created' as I've got older from other peoples' stories! The mind is a powerful thing!
Lindsey, Manchester UK I think that a memory of being born came back to me several times when I was sick as a child. If I had strep, or the flu, or whatever I'd lie on the couch, under blankets from the chills, and would fall into a fitful sleep. And sometimes, a dream would come to me.
The only recurring dream I've ever had. I must have had it 4 or 5 times when sick in childhood. It would be hot, and I'd feel queazy, and there would just be blurry light, and these echoing voices. But they echoed in a way I can't describe, like something out of science fiction, like they were oscillating.
And then I'd wake up in a hot sweat. It was unpleasant, but not traumatic. Mark, Lake Forest United States 2 days ago I drove past the hospital where my son 4 yrs 4mths was born. On telling him he was born there he replied "yeah, i didn't like it, i was crying and there was too much light and i couldn't do this covering his eyes with his hands " He spent 5 days in special care lit 24 hrs a day and 2 days under UV lights and in UV blankets. The next day I asked him if he remembered being born he said 'yeah, it was good, you were happy'. I don't know if he remembers being born, i just hope he doesn't remember the heel pricks - all 15 of them.
The angle I was facing, the turning upside down frustrating, I was comfortable where I was movement, I've drawn a map of rooms and a kitchen of the place we left before I turned 1,. Dog falling into shark invested waters at 6mths, boat accident. Simon Visentin, Brisbane Australia After reading the earlier posted answers, I now realize why most people are skeptical of anyone who says they remeber being born.
Some people do but most do not. It is a major topic of conversation at the High School where I teach that I do remember being born. There were no sensations at first and then a great deal of pressure. The bright lights and the cold air of the outside world made a great impresssion on me. I remember being taken home in the family car a black one with a shifting lever on the floor , and being placed in my baby bed. The cycles of dark and light made no sense to me, but that is the way it was and didn't worry about it. I remember being unable to turn over in my baby bed and then doing the movements that allowed me to accomplish that task.
I remember my brother 27 months older than me coming into my room smiling but then almost touching my eyes with his finger. I could tell who touched me by the texture of their skin, the size of their hands and fingers, but especially by their odor. Every person in my family had a special odor. My dad smelled of sweat and sawdust. My mother smelled very good to me. My grandmother was fat and soft. My older borther had almost no odor at all and I was afraid when he sat on a chair and held me.
I could tell by the feel that he did not know what he was doing. I remember the first time I got into a crawling position. It was not too difficult to push myself up on my arms but getting my knees under my body was much worse. I then was able to clutch the upright spindles of my baby bed and pull myself to a standing position. One day while I was standing along side the couch in the living room, I torned around and took my first step over to the coffee table.
Everyone was so pleased that I was sorry that I had not tried it sooner. The problem was that it was such a long way to sit down on the floor if I could not maintain by standing posture that it scared me. I was less than 1 year old by this time. Before I was an experienced "walker", I remember being carried to the site where my father was building our new house. I was brought back to the site over the next several months and watched the walls of the basement "magically" appear, the floor and walls spring up, the house being finished, and our family moving in.
Howdy Doody was a favorite with my older brother and me. I remember wearing diapers and crawling across the floor, watching the dust motes float in the air when the sunlight came through the living room window. I remember staying with my grandparents when I was 31 months old and arranging the canned goods in the lower kitchen cabinet, according to the pictures on the cans.
I was irritated when there were so few of each type and not enough room to spread them out so each type of can could have its own row. We moved from St.
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Louis, Missouri, to Phoenix, Arizona when I was 3 years old. I remember the , maroon colored Nash Ambassador car we travelled in. Dad hung a water bag on the outside mirror of the car so we would have cool drinking water but the fast flow of air evaporated all of the water so quickly that there was no water when we were ready for a drink. I remember being worried that we might not ever get any more water. These memories are part of the conintuous awarenesos I have had all my life. My parents never talked to me about any of the memories I have recounted so I was not "prompted" into false memories.
I am now 59 years old and these memories are comforting. I think I would feel like a part of my life was missing if I could not remember these facts. I remember getting out of my mom's womb. It was warm but then after I got out I got out really fast because I was a really small baby though not premature and then I felt cold and then I started to cry, I can remember my first breath and when I opened my eyes, there was nothing but a blinding white light.
That's all I can remember minus gasping for air. Then I could remember my first swim around a year and a half old, I was in a yellow baby-floater tube thing. I'm 16 right now. Josef, Columbia United States I have very early memories including thoughts before birth. Although, no clue as to how long before my birth, as I had no time reference. Looking back it seems not very long before birth. Those thoughts were like an unspoken conversation with another, higher entity. I had this sensation of being loved and sense of belonging with this entity.
The urge to remain where I was at this moment was my only desire. However, I was made to understand that I had to be separated and go elsewhere first. A most saddening realization. I remember trying to somehow make a case for my staying in this all-embracing love. My attempt failed and I accepted begrudgingly. Please, reader be assured these were complete non-verbal thoughts and emotions.
None of this is made up or embellished. After this event there seemed to be a period of sleep-like calm. Until the moment of birth. Rather than remembering a series of contractions I felt only, what seemed like, one massive event. This was my calm environment collapsing in on me. Terror and helplessness hardly describes what I felt at this moment. At some point I remember seeing light but nothing was clear. I was being moved upside down towards a left direction.
Eventually, I was near my mother and this is where my birth memories shroud over. Other early event memories include nursing on my mother's breast and falling asleep. Or another time being taken off her left breast before I'd finished drinking, quite upsetting. A hernia operation at six months. The doctor doing something to my belly-button.
I looked down and watched calmly until I felt the sensation of pain turned out to be an incising scalpel and started crying. I have numerous other early memories. But I conclude with the aforementioned. All of this sounds odd to people that hear my story. To me, these are memories that have always been part of me. I don't know why I remember while many don't. Nor do I understand the significance of it. Unless this means that the event of death might be similar in scope and that there is a greater LOVE waiting for us.
Norbert Meyer, Calgary, Canada I don't remember specific detail but I do remember a feeling of being stuck in a tight place and not able to breathe. All through my childhood I had terrifying nightmares about being stuck in this place, but i couldn't explain to anyone what the nightmare was about. It came as no surprise to me to learn as an adult that I was born with the umbilical cord around my neck, alarms ringing and had to be taken away and revived.
My mother thought I was going to die. Camilla, Copenhagen, Denmark Yes. It's difficult to describe, however. I'm 42 now and I have been plagued by the nightmare of my birth for, well, all my life. All I remember, from as early as I remember - a constant, nightly event - is that every night I would re-live the feeling of suffocation, of pressure around my head and eyes, and of falling ever-so-slowly falling, not being able to breathe.
It was so bad that I kept myself awake to avoid it, and consequently used to wet the bed all the time also rather upsetting because I was so tired that I couldn't wake myself up to go to the toilet. This has caused a great deal of difficulty in my life. Especially that I have been so tired for - well, forever. After that I remember my first steps 9 months , my feelings for my mother not good and family holidays before I was 2.
There are things about humanity that are not understood, but are certainly true. I'm a senior teacher. I'm not given to making stuff up. My life, however, tells it's own story. Is that because I'm self-aware or just not other-people-aware? Or because of I remember my birth?
Sam Brook, Bolton, UK As far as 'solid' memories go, I remember my sister being born when I was aged 2 and a great deal before that - waking in the morning and all sorts of lovely, cosy, day-to-day details. Though there was always these 'night terrors' full of indescribable imagery, sensations, weird and immense feelings. I've never been able to properly describe them, though they always had something of a bizarre trauma about them.
I've suspected they were birth memories, or perhaps memories of the sheer terror of raw experience and sensation in those first days and weeks of my life.
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The night terrors went away years ago, but their disturbing, unknowable nature still has me wondering. As impossible as they are to describe, they seem to have a 'before', 'during' and 'after' sequence of events to them; the intensity of experience increasing with each step. I'll likely never know for sure!
Lee Giles, Leicester UK I remember a childhood nightmare where a white egg shaped thing kept coming toward me. When I awoke every sound in the house seemed abnormally loud. It took me years to figure out that it must have been my birth experience. The white egg shaped light from the vaginal opening and then the sounds no longer muffled as they were inside the womb. Seems kind of odd but it was within my realm of experience so could have been simply a memory.
The other truly amazing memory was a feeling of lying on my side on the edge of infinity. It was more exhilarating than scary. Maybe this is where I was before I was born? I remember finally being returned to my family and their panic at my condition. They asked me if I was hungry and I stuck out my hands and said "m They rushed a bottle to me which I frantically drank down. Later I developed pneumonia and spent some time in hospital and was distressed by the plastic tent I was in.
I can recall trying to reach my Mother and my Aunt from there and not being successful. I would not believe it myself but I have lots of memories of a house we lived in until I was two. My Mother says I was an early talker and perhaps language is tied to memory. I even remember being frustrated when I couldn't understand what adults were saying. I could give you a tour of that house even to this day. The coal chutes which the orange cat would walk on. The basement I wasn't allowed to go near for fear of falling down the steps.
The crib in my room, the full sized bed with the big bright window at the front of the house. The garden with the roses my Grandmother would grow and the large porcelain sink that my sister and I would be bathed in. It's bits and pieces and not complete, but those are as vivid as any memory I've had since. My Mother never told me these things. I told her and she confirmed them. There are no photos of that house yet my descriptions are completely accurate.
I don't care what experts say. They cannot step inside our minds. They can only make an educated guess. We all develop differently. Who is to say that memories cannot be retained before the age of 2 or 1, or even at birth? I cannot remember birth but I've had plenty of people say they can't remember anything that happened to them as babies. D Watling, Toronto, Canada It is definitely possible, and I know because I dreamed my own birth frequently during the first thirteen years of my life.
It was terrifying, always awakening me. In the dream I was in a warm moist dark red place, quite comfortable until suddenly the red walls began squeezing me, which I found quite frightening, and it went on for some time. Then I would awaken, and for the first few moments everything around me seemed enormous. The sheets on my bed seemed as coarse as burlap to my fingertips.
If I had had any knowledge of the birth process at the ages at which I had these dreams, they could have been explained as projections of some sort; but I was entirely sexually naive, and could not imagine what the dream represented: Dean Bevan, Lawrence, Kansas, U. It's funny that directly above my answer is an account of a very similar birth memory dream.
I remember a dream; a recurring dream, that I began having at around 3 years old. It did not stay with me for more than 2 years and was forgotten for several decades. It came back to me in adulthood when I could make sense of it. It was more stressful than terrifying. The sensations were very similar. Rubbing and squeezing over my entire body and the the internal rubbing "sound" in my head with each contraction. Like the prior account, the dream seemed to go on for some time.
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There was a veiled, darkened light as well. Judith Garel, Acton, Canada I am not exactly sure if mine is a "birth" memory but my earliest memory is being surrounded by blackness or I could have had a blanket over my head and I was thinking "well I have to go through all that learning again". It was not a comforting thought! But it has lead to a very deep belief in reincarnation!
The strangest thing is that I seem to remember an old man talking to me, I think a bit harshly. Then I remember no more about the birth, but I remember loads about being a baby: I've always accepted these memories and I thought they were normal, sharing them with friends. Needless to say, they all had me down as a bit of a nut.
But the memories are at the very 'core' of myself and I do not question them at all. I remember being in the plastic tub on a cart that was being wheeled down the hallway of the hospital. My view was the ceiling and I could see each florescent light fixture as I passed under it. The reason I know this memory comes from my first day here is because I also remember a nurse peering in at me.
She looked at me for a while, and as I watched her I noticed her eyes would blink. I immediately copied her and that's how I learned to blink. I also had been crying when inhaling and exhaling. I noticed very quickly people were only making their voice work while exhaling, so I quit using my vocal cords when inhaling.
Babies learn by copying everything. Babies are very aware of their surroundings. Most babies do not remember much, but the know-it-alls who say children under age 3 can't remember due to the brain not being developed enough isn't considering the possibility that other viable explanations exist. The brain is the most impressive organ and we have a lot to learn about it's mysteries.
I have quite a few memories of things before age 3. I am now 48 years old and these memories have stayed constant my entire life. It might be rare, but it's very possible to remember details from when you were born. I can remember the pain of getting wind, of being in nappies, trying to focus my eyes on the walls.
I remember sleeping in the same room as my parents they split when I was about 2. I remember being walked around the room and asked to try to walk to my father from the sofa. My earliest memories are of a very basic type and like names, they come and go. I first remembered being born when I tried to imagine what a dying relative must have gone through. I suddenly got this feeling of huge pressure on my head and shoulders and the feeling that I could not stand it anymore, with it came a loss of something, hope.
But I survived, I also recall something very different to any thing I had known, light. My impression of my first sights are of a lifeless nsignificant picture, I didn't know what, if anything, was important, I certainly didn't know what a human was or what one looked like. It took some time to associate a face with the one who cared for me. On another occasion I recall being held up to the mirror and told I was there. I saw the familiar picture of the powerful being who ruled my world and thought that that must be me, but was told that no, I was the very small insignificant blond object he was holding.
Many people I've told have said that it can't be true. I remember there was nothing and then suddenly light. I remember hearing as if you come out of the water. But nothing else, can't tell you where it happened or what the people looked like around me. I guess it's because I didn't know anything, like what are people or what is a room or I guess anything.
I mean, that's when you start learning. I remember telling my sixth grade teacher that I remember being born and she thought I was going nuts. She laughed and said "That's impossible", but I didn't care. I still believe that I remembered my birth. All I remember is being taken from somewhere, I knew I existed before, but it was darkness and when I came out, my eyes were finally open, I remember being placed on some sort of table with bright lights above. I wasn't scared, I felt no pain and I couldn't hear.
I just know I felt safe and that everything was going to be okay. I also remember events of getting my diapers changed and things from when I was 1 and 2. Sad to write, nobody has ever said yes. I have so many vivid memories of my babyhood, all good and bad. I remember being ill and in the hospital all the time. My first few months of life was spent at the hospital. I did not like those old steel cribs they used, the ones that became jail-like when the sides were lifted. My happy times was when my mother came to visit and the bad times when she left.
Another memory was when I was finally home. I sat on the floor beside my brothers' bunk bed. It looked so big and so vast. My brother Michael, who was on the top bunk, began teasing me because I was not allowed up. I started crying because I knew I wanted to be up there with him. My mother came into the room and picked me up and told Michael he should be nice to his baby sister. Every since I was a child I have had dreams and recurring sensations of being part of what I called a "flesh machine.
I think we don't usually remember being in the womb because it involves a state of consciousness, rather than a usual sort of memory, and one has to be in that state of consciousness to access the full flavor of it. While meditating at age 21, I found I could summon up these achingly familiar auditory, spatial and somatic sensations almost at will, and it was then that I decided that it was almost certainly a womb memory.
Since then, I've re-experienced it many times, and I assume it is what I felt while ensconsed in my mother's womb. My earliest verifiable, ordinary sort of memory occurred when I was about 18 months old. I was sitting on my father's lap in the back seat of a vehicle, looking out at row houses to my right. In front of me was my mother in the front passenger seat. She had on a black hat, which had a particular kind of black netting.
After describing this to my mother several times over the years, she has repeatedly confirmed that we were in a cab, that I was on my father's lap, and that she was in the front seat, wearing that hat. While undergoing hypnotherapy, I also remembered being in my pram and having a women with bright painted lips coming at me for a kiss. I was not able to verify this even earlier memory. There is voluminous anecdotal evidence from researchers experimenting with psychedelic drugs, particularly Stanislav Grof, that people can remember various stage of gestation and birth.
This is interesting, because these accounts also involve entering different states of consciousness. But they have stayed with me and I occasionally experience it today. It is a very very intense and unpleasant feeling of being trapped and trying to find a way out, but I couldn't Of feeling confused and panicked, something is happening around me but I feel helpless.
It is hard to put a sensation into words, but I believe these are flashbacks of my birth. I have an amazing memory of my childhood and even of being a baby. I can remember clearly the fun I had in the baby bouncer and and can even remember being in the pram with my twin brother the other end and staring up at faces. They are flagrant with feeling alone, very alone, wet and cold or too hot next to the fire.
Or remembering being flung on the couch as they fought and being afraid i would fall. I remember being very aware and alert as too these two people held my life in their hands and I could not move.
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I have three or four memories, 2 being my first year and when I could not move and knowing that I had to learn ASAP or be hurt. Samantha, Linton United Kingdom I also had horrific nightmares for many, many years that I couldn't place or describe until I understood the birth experience with an adult mind. There were two types of nightmares the first had no visual elements. They were purely physical - each part of my body being compressed and suffocating, and the darkest most hopeless feeling overtaking me. As a child I would wake up crying and go into my parent's room to tell them I had a bad dream.
They asked me to describe it, but I had no words except "its parts" as in body parts. The dreams only lessened when I understood what they were, and I rarely had them afterwards, but it was well into my teenage years. Now I can't recall the last time I have dreamed this. Anne, Waterloo, US I have memories from before 3 years old. I remember I was standing in my crib, the door was slightly open and light from the hallway was shining through. Then my dad came in, he was wearing his work shirt and he kissed me on the head, laid me back down, and walked out. I had a wet diaper, so I was mad that he didn't change it.
The most amazing memory I have was around 2 years old, my mother was giving me a bath in the kitchen sink and my dad was watching "The Flintstones", which was prime time in I was looking at the full moon outside the window and thinking "I wish I lived on the moon because its really quiet there". These two memories are very clear and I have had them my entire life. When I told my parents about the latter memory they said we moved out of that duplex when I was 2 years old.
They knew which one it was because I described the rock fireplace next to the TV to a 'T'. Debbie, Carmichael, USA I do remember being born, I have never told anybody except for my wife because I know how crazy it sounds and of course my wife doesn't believe me and i have no proof so that she would. I don't remember the actual objects or people in the room. What I do remember is the feeling and emotions I went through at the time of birth. I remember being in a dark warm and comfortable place. I remember something trying to take me out of this warm dark place, I felt cold for a split second and I tried to fight to stay in the warm dark place, then suddenly I remember bright light and feeling very cold and uncomfortable.
I felt so cold and uncomfortable that it must have imprinted a permanent memory of this event. Mario, Union City USA I vividly recall seeing the old steel bedframe, a dimly lighted room no electrical lights at the time and the faces of my aunt and a neighbor. Not too many people believe the story but what the heck, I certainly do!! Jerry Irons, Cisco, Okla USA When I was very young toddler age I often had a recurring dream where I felt myself being lifted up on what felt like some kind of carpet and the dream would always end with me seeing a bright, bluish face.
When I woke I would have a strange tingling feeling in my navel and a strange smell in my nose. Uriah, US I think this warrants investigation. I do not remember being born. I've only met one person who says they do. I saw the baby bath and that reminded me of the earlier memory. I was very confused at the time because that meant I must have been a lot smaller. The whole world could be exploding and you wouldn't notice so long as mother's happy.
I also have to stress that putting this into words immediately makes the recount inaccurate because there were no words at both points. I think when a memory is of no use to you anymore it goes to the bottom of the pile unless you reaccess it. The key thing there is that what you think might be of interest to you is not always really what you truely want. Thus, a past life memory, whether true or false has little value to most people deep down.
I think it warrants investigation. I read some of the entries here and at first was struck with disbelief like "yeah, right," so it made me understand better how my parents could not believe me. But it's still offensive to me that they don't believe me. I remember looking around in total blackness, thinking "where does that end? Does it go on forever? I can say I have a wonderful memory of that feeling. Very wonderful and peaceful, and I can't think of a feeling that made me feel as nice as that. Anyway, I don't know if there was a break or not between this memory and the next, but the next memory I have is of the sound of water in your ears, and then I remember hearing crying which I'm sure was me, it was high pitched crying , then I remember very wobbly voices when I think of the voices right now, I imagine it's my mom's voice being urgent and wobbly with emotion, but I'm not sure , and very blurry figures of color, mostly white blurriness.
My guess is it was a doctor nurse maybe? Probably like seconds of memory, but you know, it was day 0 for me so I'm sure my sense of time could be completely off. It was comforting to read this thread, I have to admit. For the skeptics, I just got done reading an article on a Chase Britton who was born without a cerebellum. It is supposed to be impossible for this child to have balance, show emotion, and many other things. He's also missing his pons, which Western medicine believED controlled sleeping and breathing. I capitalize the past tense because, obviously, many doctors and experts are befuddled and realize they have to rethink what they thought they knew about the human brain.
Skeptics feel free to Google it. I remember being in the kitchen, and seeing my Mum's legs near the kitchen counter. She dropped something on the floor, and I crawled over and put it in my mouth, and it tasted really bad. I know that it was raw potato now. Another is being in the hospital playroom, trying to climb on top of a big red ball and I fell off it. I was there all the time for my little brother who's head wouldn't move from his left side.
My brother is 21 months younger then me, and he had the therapy for his neck as an infant, so I was under three. Also my Dad left my Mum when I was 24 months and didn't make contact at all for 6 months, and I remember him being at the hospital, so yeah, I was definitely under the age of 3 Taylor, Newcastle, Australia I had a 10 pound baby and of course I was very sore.
I was in the upstairs bathroom and the baby monitor was in the next room. And the baby downstairs with the receiving monitor downstairs with my Mom. In the bathroom which getting around or doing everyday "tasks" were very painful. Anyway I moaned and cried in pain which the downstairs monitor picked up.
My daughter was sound asleep was startled awake and started screaming as told by my mother. I always wondered if she was having a flashback to the time of her birth a difficult one at that. What do you think? Colleem, Picton, Canada I have always found myself different, weird and abstract from others I remember not only being born but conception! I know it sounds crazy. I did have a brief conversation with a soul mate in a place that seemed to be heaven.
I even promised him that I would wait for him. I was told by some authority that I had to "Go Back". I know there is a lesson here. I remember picking my father, mother, sisters and brothers.