My husband is very bad at remembering names; my best trait is my memory.
Gerald and I had dated a short while when Gerald's brother and sister-in-law asked if he would come to their house and stay with the kids--NINE children--while they went to a funeral in Cincinnati. Gerald asked me to help and I agreed.
Among those nine were three boys I nicknamed the Blonde Stair Steps. They looked very much alike and were within two years of each and within inches of the same height. Their names were Harold, Beryl and Dwayne. It was a very eventful day with all of the children vying for attention. The next time I saw them was at Gerald's family reunion and when I called them each by name, Gerald whispered, "How do you DO that--I can't tell them apart?" I told him identifiable characteristics of each one and he said, "That's unbelievable; they all look the same to me."
That same evening was the first time Gerald asked me to marry him. He always tells people that's the reason he married me!
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Your memory is amazing! I met you at the Austria Town Meeting and the next time I met you, you not only remembered my name but also several other items about me! And you had to be terribly upset that day but you were able to focus on another person!
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