Science: Wired reports on how we alter each other's memories of events. A little scary -- I may not remember correctly what happened to me, but think I do.
Christianity: Weekend Fisher has done a study on the Gnostic gospels, comparing them to the canonical four gospels. (I have never read the Gnostic gospels.) She points out that two of the Gnostic gospels have no mention of place, at all, whereas all four canonical gospels are rich in geographic, or more localized, location information.
The Biologos Forum has a post about research into why Christian young people leave church.
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I see this happening with my older family members all the time.
Since I keep a pretty detailed journal _ I usually write down the stories I'm told, business dealings, conversations with friends, etc.
It's interesting to see how some family stories have changed over the years because of the way different people who haven't heard the story interact or ask questions.
One story like that for me is … The time that Rusty (me) ran the car through the house. This story has become more dramatic and lot more detailed with things that didn't happen.
Yes. I'm afraid that happens all the time.
Car through the house?
Thanks!
Thanks for the links. I know it's not exactly riveting material, but (to me) interesting in its own way.
I've seen family stories change over the years, too. Some people do know how to make a good story better ...
Take care & God bless
Anne / WF
I'll be shy about a background story … but long story short, when I was 10, we had an awesome station wagon. I loved that car. The car had a weak battery. The hood was open with a battery charger propped up just underneath the hood. It started to rain heavily. I told my dad to go pull the car into the garage. I asked several times. He jokingly said, "If you were old enough, you could go move it, I'm very bust right now and it'll be okay."
I went and grabbed the keys off the wall, turned the ignition and put it into DRIVE and put on too much gas. I tore up the steps to the kitchen, the garage fridge and rototiller.
The story is now that I came completely through the kitchen and that's why the house doesn't have a garage any more. My dad just converted the garage into a living area 7 years ago ~ when I was 30!
Thanks, Anne, and, as always, thanks for your posts.
Thanks for the added story, true, and/or embellished, atlibertytosay.
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