As I was reading your topic on the Dump about old time stuff, it brought to mind somehow the bread boxes from the past and that naturally for me lead me far and away.
THE SENCE OF SMELL,
My great grandmother had an old 1920 or so bread box on legs that had some kind of metal liner. When she knew I was coming for a visit she would put store bought cookies inside and this was the first place I would run to. I was not after the cookies, I was after the glorious smell of pastries home made in the past that still lingered inside.
Looking back I am sure that it was the smell of things that shaped my memories. The smell of knotty pine cabins after the winter, the smell of old camps just opened for the season. Today the first cutting of grass and the smell, heck I could roll in it.
The smell of a storm coming up over salt water, the smells of the forest and a lake of fresh water under a blue sky. The smell of gas and oil in a small boat from the outboarder motor.
Farms and the smell of manure spread on the fields, the smell of hay in the barns. All so long gone.
Grapes, concord grapes just hanging out with no tending in the fall, and in the spring the smell of Lilacs bushes in full bloom.
Later in life the smell of baby oil and powder, the smell of a baby's body. Then the God awful smell for the first diaper changes when the baby is feed Gerber meat----runs the dog out of the house.
Books the Dusty old things that smell of leather and ancient glue, the pages have a mystical smell to them.
Frank have you any idea of what I speak of??
