The sense of smell is the strongest memory inducer we posess, and along with sight has transported me to my eyes as a child running up the spiral staircase to a railroad flat complete with sweeheart soap and cubed steaks.
An aroma of a certain fragrance can take a person back to a moment in time, when joy was as simple as taking in a deep breath in the rising morn. Grass clippings and the sounds of children playing can bring it all back to us all.
Yet, the sprinkle of Chanel No. 5 or Charlie spritzed on lotioned skin can mix nicely with the scent of a pipe or cigar. It might not be as eye poppingly wonderful as the ambrosia of a peach cobbler and fried chicken laying on a checkered tablecloth lined table. But, then again, memories are as varied as the souls that hold them.
And, those small lavender soaps in the shapes of roses or hearts, that line powder rooms of days gone by, are a memory that lingers in my mind, also.
- SHB :)
(As always, the blue butterfly finds it's way into the hearts and minds of all of us who close our eyes and get a glimpse of the great escape)
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Yet, the sprinkle of Chanel No. 5 or Charlie spritzed on lotioned skin can mix nicely with the scent of a pipe or cigar. It might not be as eye poppingly wonderful as the ambrosia of a peach cobbler and fried chicken laying on a checkered tablecloth lined table. But, then again, memories are as varied as the souls that hold them.
And, those small lavender soaps in the shapes of roses or hearts, that line powder rooms of days gone by, are a memory that lingers in my mind, also.
- SHB
:)
(As always, the blue butterfly finds it's way into the hearts and minds of all of us who close our eyes and get a glimpse of the great escape)