Nov 2, 2019
Many times throughout my life, a smell has triggered a memory from my younger days. I’ve talked about this with other people who have experienced the same. From this I conclude that most who read this blog will have also had a memory triggered by a smell. The same thing happens with music, but I’ll leave that for another day.
Yesterday I was in the Village of Plattsville, and caught a whiff of burning leaves. It must be that this municipality has less strict rules for such things as open air burning. The smell was somewhat acrid, yet sweet. I was immediately flooded with memories from when I was a kid, when it was an autumn ritual to burn leaves. As kids we would rake open the fire, exposing air, to cause the fire to flare up. As the fire died down we would ride our bikes through the embers of the now unattended fire that was all but burned out.
Another example of a memory being brought about by smell goes back to my kindergarten years. Both my wife and I attended kindergarten in the basement of the village library. Even then it was an old building. Our classroom was a large room with all the usual accessories needed for a kindergarten class. Years later we had an opportunity to tour the basement of what was now a computer store. Strangely enough it smelled exactly as it did when we attended school there. Those memories came back instantly once we entered the room.
My wife and I had a new house built in 1998. A retirement home to live out our remaining years in. It’s our home and it’s comfortable. Years later my wife, daughter and granddaughter went to Disney for a week or so. Penny, my wife, is a good traveler as long as she is not away too long, beyond a week she has a strong desire to return home. Upon their return and stepping about three steps inside the back door, her first words were “oh it smells so good in here”.
I’m told there are people who lack a sense of smell. Unfortunately for them they miss out on those olfactory triggers that set one off on a wonderful trip down memory lane. Think about the times you have reminisced after you smelled, smoke or food or possibly car exhaust on a cool autumn morning or an interior that takes you back to school, work or grandma’s house and don’t forget that old car smell, yes I said old car smell, a smell that puts you back in the rear seat of your father or grandfather’s car. What great memories!
Until next time I’ll be out and around
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