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Saturday Memory for April 19, 2025

April 20

Saturday Memory
April 19, 2025


On a trip to Scotland in 1992, I had arranged to meet one evening with the great Gaelic poet, Sorley MacLean. My son Michael was with me, and I was trying to find someone to sit him while I met with Sorley. The person in charge of where we were staying recommended someone and gave me the address. I took Michael there and had a brief conversation with the woman I I was referred to. In the course of the conversation, she asked me where I would be and I told her I would be meeting with Sorley MacLean. I reached for my notebook to give her his phone number, and she said, “Oh, no need, Russell. Sorley is my brother.”

I have learned over the years that such synchronicities are often the “portals” to important experiences. This was certainly that. Next Saturday, I will tell of my experience with Sorley MacLean, one of the most important experiences of my life.

Saturday Memory for April 12, 2025

April 12

Saturday Memory
April 12, 2025


I was staying at Dunvegan Castle, on the Isle of Skye. It was July 1992. I was the representative of the United States at the Dunvegan Arts Festival. What I am remembering today, is a dream I had one night. In the dream, I was in the great hall. On the walls were huge tapestries and, in the center, an enormous rectangular table. As I looked intently at one of the tapestries, I could see it contained historical images of battles and events of importance. Then the figures began to move and as I watched, the whole tapestry zoomed in and what I saw was enormous heads of various figures, some seeming like Vikings. As I focused on each head as it rotated into view, I could tell it was speaking, if not shouting, but I could hear nothing. When I woke from those images, I was still asleep, but I found myself standing looking out at the bedroom window, looking down at the field where the Highland Cows were. The window was open. I could barely make out the cows sleeping as it was still dark. I was telling them about what I had seen as I came fully awake.

AI Therapy

March 31

Dartmouth researchers have published the results of the first-ever clinical trial of a generative AI-powered therapy chatbot. The software resulted in significant improvement in participants' symptoms - people in the study reported they could trust and communicate with the system to a degree that is comparable to working with a mental health professional. The study showed that AI has the potential to provide real-time support for the many people who lack regular or immediate access to a mental health professional. While there is no replacement for in-person care, there are nowhere near enough providers available - generative AI could help the huge number of people outside of the in-person care system.

Saturday Memory for March 29, 2025

March 29
Saturday Memory
March 29, 2025

Between two and three. In the back seat of my dad’s ’38 Buick Special parked in front of the market. Parents have dropped off bags of groceries and go back inside for more. I discovered a carton of eggs. The window is open. With an egg in each hand, I let them drop to the sidewalk. I do it again. On the third time, just before I let them go, my parents approached, carrying more bags. As I look at them, I drop the eggs.
I laugh.
My parents laughed.
This is my earliest memory.

Saturday Memory for March 22, 2025

March 22

SATURDAY MEMORY

March 22, 2025

Many years ago, I was having lunch with Laurens van der Post during his visit to Los Angeles. We were at the Santa Monica Hotel in Santa Monica, California. I do not remember the year, but it was before he was knighted. We talked of many things during that lunch, but one thing stood out in my memory this week. I had asked him what was the most important thing he learned from the Kalahari Bushmen. He thought for a good while and then said, “to tend to the small.”

I asked him what he meant and for an example. He said, “Well, if you are crouching down and looking for the lion, you are likely to become lunch. You must tend to what the plants are doing, what the bugs on the ground are doing, and changes in the air. That will protect you and guide you.”

A powerful lesson that I have spent many years trying to learn.

Saturday Memory for March 8, 2025

March 8

SATURDAY MEMORY

March 8, 2025


It was 1943, and it was the day before my fifth birthday. My Mom said that Patsy, one of our cats, might have kittens for my birthday. That night, I woke up around midnight. Patsy was on the bed with me, the top bunk. She was having kittens and I watched this with total fascination. She had four kittens and I named each one at once: Popper, Topper, Hopper and Flopper. I chose names that could be for both male and female kittens. I didn’t know how one knew whether they were males or females. This very potent experience may have had something to do with the genesis of my first publication, which was a limerick I wrote in the third grade:

I once had a cow named Madie

She looked like my old wife Sadie

To give milk she wouldn’t

I found out she couldn’t

For Madie was not a lady

 

Later, when I was 10 times older, I watched our cow, Cathy, give birth to a calf around midnight. Total fascination.

Saturday Memory for February 22, 2025

February 23

 

Saturday Memory

February 22, 2025


My dad was a bookie. One of the high points of this when I was a kid was that I got to know the jockeys at Hollywood Park and Santa Anita Race Track. Johnny Longdon, Billie Shoemaker, Edie Arcaro and many others. They all called me “Red” because I had red hair at the time. The time that stands out as most important was on July 14,1951. We were at Hollywood Park and we were excited to see Citation run in the Gold Cup. Citation was our favorite horse. My dad bet a large amount on Citation, promising me a 10% cut.

Citation did win, and winning this purse made him the first million dollar horse in history.

We were overjoyed and we grabbed each other and danced around in celebration. As we did this I began to realize that this was a bittersweet moment, as I started to experience the “end of childhood.” I never danced with my father again.

The “end of childhood” gained more steam a bit later in the summer when I read Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger. The effect on me was profound.

Saturday Memory for February 15, 2025

February 16

SATURDAY MEMORY
February 15, 2025

Hotel in Toronto. In the seventies as I recall. I leave the hotel and fetch a taxi to take me to where I will give a lecture. As the taxi pulls up, I’m aware of a man who has come up beside me. I recognize him at once and he recognizes me as well as we have met before when I have talked in Toronto. It is Robertson Davies, premier Canadian author and an aficionado of things Jungian. In the cab we got to talking about various tings and at one point he said, “Russ, do you believe in reincarnation.” The question was totally out of the blue and unrelated to what we were talking about. I told him that I did not believe in reincarnation. He said that he did not either. Everyone he met who believed such stuff he said, “had a much better life previously than the one then have now. No one has ever told me about a wretched previous life. It’s all rubbish.” I don’t remember what else we talked about, but this memory has stuck like glue.

Saturday Memory for February 8, 2025

February 8

SATURDAY MEMORY
February 8, 2025

When I was on the Board of the C. G. Jung Foundation of New York, back in the late 70s, Mary Bancroft, the Grande Dame of the New York scene, took me under her wing and said I needed to meet influential people. Mary was a novelist, journalist, and a spy as well as one of the most influential supporters of the work of C. G. Jung. She had relationships with many notable men, including Allen Dulles, the main figure in American intelligence and later head of the CIA. Mary connected Dulles with Jung who developed a psychological profile of Adolf Hitler.

One party at Mary’s apartment that stands out in my memory was one where she introduced me to Norman Mailer. She told me I could use some of his qualities. I had read some of his work and I knew that he did most of his writing in the bathtub. It was that I focused on in talking with him and this got us discussinhing some of the quirky habits that writers develop to facilitate their writing.

Saturday Memory for February 2, 2025

February 2

SATURDAY MEMORY
February 2, 2025


Near midnight. In a bathroom at Dallas International Airport. My last moments in Washington, D.C., were spent visiting the Library of Congress. As souvenirs I had purchased facsimile copies of the Constitution and the Bill of Rights. They were in out-sized folders, too big for my suitcase, so I curried them with me.

As I was about the leave the bathroom, five guys came in. They spotted what I was carrying. They could see the large print on one of the folders: Bill of Rights. They started to hassle me. “You got no rights here fucker.” Each one said something similar. I tried to push my way through them, and they started to push me back and toward one of the stalls. Just as they were pushing me, a security guard came in. He ordered them out and they left.

He said, “You wanna live the night, my friend, you’d better toss those.”

I didn’t toss them, but I did turn the folder around so the words could not be seen. “I think I’ll be OK now,” I said.

He escorted me out and the toughs were nowhere to be seen.

I lived to tell the tale.