Thinking about these questions sent me on Google quest for the "smell" one. It ended up being rather a fun trip down memory lane -- as thinking of all this has been -- so thanks for that!
Sound: Football games on the radio on Sunday afternoons. I didn't, and still don't, care about football, but the Cornhusker games babbling on a tinny radio in the background I always associate with my childhood.
Taste: Rock candy, something we'd only ever get on vacations. All the little stores on the backroads of Missouri and Kansas seemed to sell it. It's nothing I'd eat now, because is there anything else it besides sugar? And it just wouldn't seem the same without buying it in the Ozarks with a snow globe or keychain or some other cheap souvenir that my sister loved to buy with our saved-up allowances.
Smell: My mother's perfume. For the longest time she wore nothing but Candid from Avon, and the smell is always associated with the babysitter showing up, because my parents were going out! She was an Avon lady herself for a while, and my Google quest was to figure out what that scent was that I liked from all the produts we had cluttering our house. I found it: Moonwind, but it's discontinued. I had the talc, in a pretty, dark blue bottle, and I loved it.
Touch: Playing in melting snow in the springtime, especially creating "rivers" in the gutters, where the snow was dotted with little rocks from sanding the streets. I'd form it into a dam to catch the streams of water and create a lake, and I'd soak my mittens through -- or work barehanded!
Sight: The way I always seem to remember my grandparents' house at twilight, whether playing on the sidewalks out front, or on the patio in back looking out over my grandma's roses and Papa Jake's huge vegetable garden. I picture all of it on the cusp of getting dark, just as the fireflies are coming out.
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on 2005-06-23 09:00 pm (UTC)Thinking about these questions sent me on Google quest for the "smell" one. It ended up being rather a fun trip down memory lane -- as thinking of all this has been -- so thanks for that!
Sound: Football games on the radio on Sunday afternoons. I didn't, and still don't, care about football, but the Cornhusker games babbling on a tinny radio in the background I always associate with my childhood.
Taste: Rock candy, something we'd only ever get on vacations. All the little stores on the backroads of Missouri and Kansas seemed to sell it. It's nothing I'd eat now, because is there anything else it besides sugar? And it just wouldn't seem the same without buying it in the Ozarks with a snow globe or keychain or some other cheap souvenir that my sister loved to buy with our saved-up allowances.
Smell: My mother's perfume. For the longest time she wore nothing but Candid from Avon, and the smell is always associated with the babysitter showing up, because my parents were going out! She was an Avon lady herself for a while, and my Google quest was to figure out what that scent was that I liked from all the produts we had cluttering our house. I found it: Moonwind, but it's discontinued. I had the talc, in a pretty, dark blue bottle, and I loved it.
Touch: Playing in melting snow in the springtime, especially creating "rivers" in the gutters, where the snow was dotted with little rocks from sanding the streets. I'd form it into a dam to catch the streams of water and create a lake, and I'd soak my mittens through -- or work barehanded!
Sight: The way I always seem to remember my grandparents' house at twilight, whether playing on the sidewalks out front, or on the patio in back looking out over my grandma's roses and Papa Jake's huge vegetable garden. I picture all of it on the cusp of getting dark, just as the fireflies are coming out.