Why not Mnemosyne?, or The Problem with Memory

I feel that Mr. Nabokov received some bad advice when told he should not title this work Speak, Mnemosyne. It would really make for a more intriguing title; little old ladies be damned! But anyways, our first assignment (beyond, of course creating this blog) is to put ourselves in the shoes of Nabokov and tease from the hidden convolutions of our brains our first memory. Is this, I wonder, our first real memory or our memory of what we first remember? This is a difficult task set before us, and I must give some rumination to it before setting it to type. I do seem to recall it had something to do with salt and pepper, though.