The love of science and seeing as he was a doctor, the science of medicine. Dad would take the time to explain everything in words I would understand on how the body worked, and how disease impacted you, and how it was treated.
When I was a kid I spent many weekend hours going with dad on his hospital and nursing home rounds, and if a patient showed up in need of stitches or a broken bone I was standing there watching what he did as well. (of course with the patients approval first – if not I hung out in the doctors lounge at the hospital or sent off to do something else)
There is a looming chasm between what your brain knows and what your mind is capable of accessing. Consider the simple act of changing lanes while driving a car. Try this: Close your eyes, grip an imaginary steering wheel, and go through the motions of a lane change. Imagine that you are driving in the left lane and you would like to move over to the right lane. Before reading on, actually try it. I’ll give you 100 points if you can do it correctly.
The article above is really interesting as it delves into implicit and explicit memory. Take the test and then see if you are right or not, it might surprise you. My stroke caused me to lose bits of implicit memories – I could remember how to do things but part of the sequence of doing it was missing.
Implicit memory appears to go further back than our explicit memory. I found the video below and thought it would be of interest as he speaks about adoptees and implicit memory.
Child adaption & the role of implicit memory video by Dr. Gabor Maté from Vancouver, BC, Canada.
Dr. Gabor Maté website can be found here and includes a bio on him. There are other youtube videos of him that are interesting as well if you do a search.
Thanks to dad I love science and can remember calling him for second opinions frequently. My early exposure to his world helped me tremendously when I got sick because I had a general idea of what tests they were doing and why, and later I could research and get a concept of what had happened to me and that provided a lot of comfort and acceptance.
One of my prized possessions is the microscope dad used all those year taking care of people, and memories of him teaching me how to use it. Of course that was when doctors processed a lot of their own tests…