A POOH IN THE CORNER OF THE HOUSE - (OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT - CLOSE ENOUGH)...

Returning to an oft-repeated theme on this blog which I've probably battered to death - that of memories and associations.  Take the above record for example.  ("Don't want it!" you contemptuously reply.)  I first acquired it at an Autumn or Christmas Fayre in 1981 or '82, held by the church at the top of the street and across the road from the house I'd lived in from 1965-'72.  Notice I said by and not in.  That's because the fayre (let's call a spade a spade - jumble sale) was held in my old primary school at the bottom of the steet, primarily (no pun intended) because it had more space to accommodate the worthy aspirations of the event's organisers.

So, to hopefully helpfully reiterate:  I obtained the record while living in my cur-rent home, from my old primary school in the same street as my former house.  That no doubt explains why, when I look at it, I associate it with the area where I acquired it, but - so strong is the link, that I also associate it with my old bedroom and can actually 'see' it there in my mind's eye as plain as day, in some kind of 'false memory'.  Weird, eh?

"Ah, that's easy to explain!" you proclaim.  "You associate the record with your old school and you associate your old school with your old house, so it's only natural that you'd connect the record to the house, too!"  And doubtless you're right.  However, it's still an odd feeling to have what appears to be a memory of something that was never actually so.  Anyone have any similar instances they'd care to share?  Go on - we won't laugh.  Promise.