Sunday, August 11, 2013

Do You Remember...?

The other day I was talking about how I often feel that I'm being yanked around by my senses. I seem to have zero control over what various sights, sounds, smells do to me and what memories they call up. Most of the time this is a good thing. If I see an old fashioned swing, I'm instantly seven-years-old and walking to the neighborhood playground with my father.

Old Playground Equipment

Or a long ride in a car can trigger memories of family vacations (my relatives lived five hundred miles away). Or just seeing a toddler taking his or her first steps instantly calls up warm memories of my own children doing the same, and suddenly I'm teary-eyed. Happens all the time, no matter the fact that I'm terribly happy that my sons are grown and living happy, independent and productive lives. I don't wish them to be small again, but I'm so happy that I still retain vivid memories of when they were. 

Songs are instant paths to the past. Sometimes even songs that have nothing to do with the time frame I'm remembering. Most of the time that's a good thing. Sometimes it can leave me slightly sad for days I'll never see again and (more importantly) people I'll never see or talk to again. 

But most of the time, those sensory wormholes to memory lane are wonderful. The scent of Ovaltine (there was a factory nearby) or bakery (I lived upstairs from a bakery for awhile when I was a child) bring back lovely memories. A campfire brings to mind my honeymoon when we wandered for weeks, staying at nice hotels but also camping in the western part of the United States. 

What types of things are instant memory reminders for you? 


Mary Preston said...

The smell and sound of the ocean is a big one for me. So many happy holidays at the coast as a child.

Laney4 said...

Your swing picture reminded me of my swing set growing up. Many a time was spent trying to go higher and higher, only to slow down because I was scared to go any higher. LOL.
Onions remind me of a lady with whom I boarded as a teenager. I didn't LIKE the onions, mind you, but she tried (and tried and tried) to get me to like them. Today I am fine with onion powder and occasionally onion if it's cooked, but don't get me around raw onion.
I am NOT a lover of the smell of coffee. I've never had a sip and know I never will.

Myrna Mackenzie said...

Mary, I love the smell of the ocean, too! Takes me back to two of my favorite places (Bar Harbor, Maine and Lyme Regis in England).

Myrna Mackenzie said...

Elaine, I see that picture and think of sticking to a hot metal slide. LOL I do love the smell of coffee, though. Maybe because my father was a very early riser, and that's what I would wake up to as a child.