It is a curious thing that the type of screen memory mainly considered in the present paper -- one in which an early memory is used as a screen for a later event -- almost disappears from later literature. What has since come to be regarded as the regular type -- one in which an early event is screened by a later memory -- is only barely alluded to here, though it was already the one almost exclusively dealt with by Freud only two years later [in Ch 4 of The Psychopathology of Everyday Life].
I suggest that we thus have two reasons for finding what Freud does in this paper both suspect and likely to be important: he has taken credit for perspicacity regarding what is really a piece of self-analysis; and he offers an interpretation that makes us suspect another, infantile, meaning hidden behind the late adolescent one(s) he adduces for the memory analyzed. A third indication of the ambivalence evoked in Freud by this fragment and its analysis is its fate among Freud's accumulating publications, as it is referenced in the first edition of The Interpretation of Dreams (p. 173), dropped for the second, and unmentioned in the first (1906) collection of Freud's 1893-1906 Sammlung Kleiner Schriften (Grinstein, 1980, p. 57.
The assertion that a psychical intensity can be displaced from one presentation (which is then abandoned) on to another (which thenceforward plays the psychological part of the former one) is as bewildering to us as certain features of Greek mythology -- as, for instance, when the gods are said to clothe someone with beauty as though it were with a veil, whereas we think only of a face transfigured by a change of expression (Freud, 1899, pp. 308-309).
Further investigation of these childhood memories has taught me that they can originate in other ways as well and that an unsuspected wealth of meaning lies concealed behind their apparent innocence. But on this point I shall not content myself with a mere assertion but shall give a detailed report of one particular instance which seems to me the most instructive out of a considerable number of similar ones. Its value is certainly increased by the fact that it relates to someone who is not at all or only slightly neurotic.
The subject of this observation is a man of university education, aged thirty-eight. Though his own profession lies in a very different field, he has taken an interest in psychological questions ever since I was able to relieve him of a slight phobia by means of psycho-analysis.
'[I]t seems to me almost a certainty that this childhood memory never occurred to me at all in my earlier years. But I can also recall the occasion which led to my recovering this and many other recollections of my earliest childhood. When I was seventeen and at my secondary school, I returned for the first time to my birthplace for the holidays, to stay with a family who had been our friends ever since that remote date. ... I was seventeen, and in the family where I was staying there was a daughter of fifteen [sic], with whom I immediately fell in love. It was my first calf-love, and sufficiently intense, but I kept it completely secret. After a few days the girl went off to her school (from which she too was home for the holidays) and it was this separation after such a short acquaintance that brought my longings to a really high pitch. I passed many hours in solitary walks through the lovely woods that I had found once more and spent my time building castles in the air. These, strangely enough, were not concerned with the future but sought to improve the past. If only the smash had not occurred! If only I had stopped at home and grown up as the young men in the house, the brothers of my love! And then if only I had followed my father's profession and if I had finally married her-for I should have known her intimately all those years! I had not the slightest doubt, of course, that in the circumstances created by my imagination I should have loved her just as passionately as I really seemed to then. A strange thing. For when I see her now from time to time-she happens to have married someone here-she is quite exceptionally indifferent to me. Yet I can remember quite well for what a long time afterwards I was affected by the yellow color of the dress she was wearing when we first met, whenever I saw the same color anywhere else.'At a later point the "patient" comments:
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I now come to a second occasion which stirred up in me the impressions of my childhood and which dates from a time not far distant from the first. I was seventeen [sic] when I revisited my birthplace. Three year later during my holidays I visited my uncle and met once again the children who had been my first playmates, the same two cousins, the boy a year older than I am and the girl the same age as myself, who appear in the childhood scene with the dandelions. This family had left my birthplace at the same time as we did and had become prosperous in a far-distant city.'
And did you once more fall in love -- with your cousin this time -- and indulge in a new set of phantasies?
'No, this time things turned out differently. By then I was at the University and I was a slave to my books. I had nothing left over for my cousin. So far as I know I had no similar phantasies on that occasion. But I believe that my father and my uncle had concocted a plan by which I was to exchange the abstruse subject of my studies for one of more practical value, settle down, after my studies were completed, in the place where my uncle lived, and marry my cousin. No doubt they saw how absorbed I was in my own intentions and the plan was dropped; but I fancy I must certainly have been aware of its existence. It was not until later, when I was a newly-fledged man of science and hard pressed by the exigencies of life and when I had to wait so long before finding a post here, that I must sometimes have reflected that my father had meant well in planning this marriege for me, to make good the loss in which the original catastrophe had involved my whole existence.' (pp. 312-314)
If that is so, I have lost all faith in the dandelion scene. This is how I look at it: On the two occasions in question, and with the support of very comprehensible realistic motives, the thought occurred to me: "If you had married this or that girl, your life would have become much pleasanter." The sensual current in my mind took hold of the thought which is contained in the protasis and repeated it in images of a kind capable of giving that same sensual current satisfaction. This second version of the thought remained unconscious on account of its incompatibility with the dominent sexual disposition; but this very fact of its remaining unconscious enabled it to persist in my mind long after changes in the real situation had quite got rid of the conscious version. ... [T]he clause that had remained unconscious sought to transform itself into a childhood scene which, on account of its innocence, would be able to become conscious. With this end in view it had to undergo a fresh transformation, or rather two fresh transformations. One of these removed the objectionable element from the protasis by expressing it figuratively; the second forced the apodosis into a shape capable of visual representation -- using for the purpose the intermediary ideas of "bread" and "bread-and-butter occupations" (pp. 317-318).
What are we to make of the immediately following transition, on which Freud the narrator/analyst insists, from 'de-flowering' a girl to a discussion of masturbation ["pulling-out"] (a meaning Freud the analysand rejects as inconsistent with the childhood scene because the latter was public, leading Freud the analyst to observe "whereas his seduction to masturbation must have occurred in solitude and secrecy")?
Freiberg -- the birthplace lost in infancy and recovered in adolescence -- apparently continued to hold a place in Freud's phantasies. In any case, when he was invited back in 1931 for the unveiling of a marble tablet to commemorate his birth there 75 years before, he was too disabled by his cancer to attend. He sent Anna with a statement thanking the town fathers for thus honoring him -- "and this during my lifetime and while the world around us is not yet agreed in its estimate of my work" (p. 259). Freud mentions the fateful adolescent visit to the Fluss family, then concludes:
At seventy-five it is not easy for me to put myself back into those early times; of their rich experiences but few relics remain in my memory. But of one thing I can feel sure: deeply buried within me there still lives the happy child of Freiberg, the first-born son of a youthful mother, who received his first indelible impressions from this air, from this soil.
Poignant, revealing words.
There are, of course, several essential sources on episodic memory.
Freud, S. Letter to the burgomaster of Pribor. (1931). SE 21, 259-260.