You never know what you’ll find at Andrew Sullivan’s blog.
Today he notes research on the memory of toddlers. A new study has demonstrated that three-year-olds have memories of seeing someone once, back when they were one.
Danish researcher Osman “Kingo and his team first renewed contact with parents and their children who’d taken part in an earlier study when the children were age one. That earlier research involved the infant children interacting with one of two researchers for 45 minutes – either a Scandinavian-Caucasian man or a Scandinavian-African man.
“Now two years on, 50 of these parents and children – the latter now aged three – were invited back to the exact same lab (hopefully cueing their earlier memories). Here the children were shown two simultaneous 45-second videos side by side. One video was a recording of the researcher – either the Scandinavian-Caucasian or Scandinavian-African man – interacting with them two years earlier; the other video showed the other researcher (the one they hadn’t met) interacting with a different child in the exact same way. …
“The children spent significantly more time looking at the video that featured the researcher they’d never met. … This result provides strong evidence that the children had some recognition of the researcher they’d met, and were drawn more strongly to look at the unfamiliar researcher.”
More at Andrew Sullivan, here, and at Research Digest at the British Psychological Society, here.
I am especially delighted that there’s a bit of proof for what I have long insisted was true. (No one ever believes that I remember taking my first steps.)
Suzanne's Mom's Blog 
I believe in the validity of scientific research. But i don’t believe that we ought to base all of our “faith” in whether or not science can prove what we believe.
I have vivid memories going back to before I was two. So did my grandmother. We often compared them–and she verified my memories. Because she had there own memories, and wondered whether anyone could remember that young, she did her own experiment, purposely not telling me things she saw happen to me–to see whether I might some day bring them up in my own memory.
She was amazed when I remembered my encounter with great-grandmother I was barely 2, the day before she died. When my grandmother asked me, when I was ten or so, whether I remembered my great-granddmother, I said, I think she gave me a banana.
Of course, there’s no way to prove that my grandmother hadn’t somehow planted the banana seed in my mind. But I don’t think she did; and she claims she didn’t actually remember it, until I mentioned it.
I believe in the banana. And what I am picturing is the scene in the play “All the Way Home” about James Agee’s life, in which as a tiny boy he meets an incredibly old woman in a bed, his great-grandmother.
I haven’t seen or read that play. I’ll have to look it up.