A few days ago, I posted some video clips to my blog Sam's Story. They were clips I thought had been lost, clips of my beloved grey cheeked parakeet, Sam, who passed away three weeks ago. I was so happy to have them, to always be able to see him--and hear him--alive.
I confided to William yesterday that I wished I had such videos of my parents. Though I can remember most things about them clearly, with the passing of time I've lost the ability to remember how their voices sounded. He told me he also had trouble recalling his late brother's voice. I had also heard others express similar frustrations. William suggested this was simply something lacking in our brains, but I find myself wondering if there's something more to it, if it's not just a universal deficiency.
Odd...I can recall the slightly fruity scent of Mom's skin (she was diabetic)...the way Dad used to stroke his eyebrow when he was watching TV...the shape of Mom's hands and nails (my hands look exactly like hers)...the exact color and texture of their hair...the quirky facial expression Mom had when annoyed (it drove me crazy) and so many other things--but I can't remember their voices.
Could the ability to recall the sound of voices be connected to musical ability?
Those of us lacking in musical gifts--tone deaf, for lack of a kinder term--don't hear ourselves as we actually sound. Think of the rejected would-be contestants on American Idol, who sound terrible but believe they have great talent. They have no idea how bad they really are. It stands to reason that if we aren't hearing their own voices as they really sound, there would be a problem in hearing--and recalling--the voices of others as well.
Is it possible, then, that someone with an ear for music could be able to hear and recall the voices of those they've lost? If any of you reading this are musically gifted, perhaps you can answer this question. I would love to hear from you.
There is a study that's discovered a hub in the brain linking music, memory and emotion....
I wish I could hear my parents' voices. I would love to be able to watch video of them, hear them talking, joking, laughing...how I miss that! That sound is the only thing missing from my memories, and it bothers me more than I ever thought it would. I never thought I'd ever forget.
As for my video clips of Sam, I wish I had more. I wish I had audio of the wide range of sounds he made. The only thing Sam didn't do was sing. (He, too, lacked musical talent!) As I told William, there was a sound he made when he was especially content and happy, a sound I'd give anything to hear right now...the funny thing about it was that he sounded like a cat purring.
Yes, I said purring....