Sentence examples for in my memory, when from inspiring English sources

The flickering images of Hope's fanciful Balkan romance were accompanied "by one old lady on a piano, but the tock-tock-tock of the untuned wires stayed in my memory when other melodies faded".

In my memory, when we drove to their house — the one he'd built, where he still lived when he died — she was always standing on the porch, the same way she was when my grandfather came home from the garage each day, smiling and with her arms open.

My companion wore a broad-shouldered tweedy fall outfit I had never seen on her before; its warm brown color, flecked with pimento red, set off her thick auburn hair, done up loosely in a twist behind — in my memory, when she turned her head to look through the windshield with me, whole loops of it had escaped the tortoiseshell hair clip.

In my memory, when we drove to their house the one he'd built, where he still lived when he died she was always standing on the porch, the same way she was when my grandfather came home from the garage each day, smiling and with her arms open.

"I hope that in my memory, when I drive down this road, our buildings are here and our set is here".

This one's for Mrs. Kochendorfer, my first-grade teacher at Patterson Elementary in St. Charles, Michigan, who's proud, grinning face is still etched in my memory when I read her "The Rainbow Fish," just a shy 6-year-old back then with Keds shoes and blunt bangs.

My companion wore a broad-shouldered tweedy fall outfit I had never seen on her before; its warm brown color, flecked with pimento red, set off her thick auburn hair, done up loosely in a twist behind in my memory, when she turned her head to look through the windshield with me, whole loops of it had escaped the tortoiseshell hair clip.

She said: "The worst thing that sticks out in my memory is when some of the girls went on holiday – I couldn't go because I'd misbehaved at school – I was sitting in the dining room playing music and [the headteacher] said, 'Would you like to go for a ride in Jimmy Savile's car?', I said 'yes, please'.

I can think of several discomforts by wearing such a "hat", but two images are stuck in my memory forever; when riding in cars, which was a seldom feast, Grandma had to either be in a convertible with the top down, just like the Citroen 2CV my aunt was driving (the one she totaled when she hit a cow, which was fine), or have her "pipe" stick out of the window sideways!

However, I have seen the house that it built, and it is terrific!" In his 1992 autobiography What's it All About?, he says that the film "will go down in my memory as the time when I won an Oscar, paid for a house and had a great holiday.

His response is as clear in my memory today as that moment when he chirped, "No, Loa, less is more". Over the last 30 years I have seen his beret-wearing, bearded face in my mind's eye, many times scolding me with this three-word response: "less is more". This mantra seems to hold up when applied to most any area of life.