Memories...  

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3/22/2006 1:52 pm

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Memories...


One of my new blogging buddies has been writing a series of blog entries relating to memories of her childhood, and memories of experiences and the senses that are attached to them, and this is an area of interest of mine.

When I was a young whippersnapper back in the 60's, I had a friend that lived down the street from me, and she was the youngest of a family of five kids. At the time I was in elementary school, and some of her siblings were as old as high school age. One of the siblings had a bedroom in the basement, complete with a record player and a stack of 45's. This room was a gathering place for the neighborhood kids, since there was good music, and it was relatively far away from where the adults gathered, in the kitchen.

I remember once that one of the older kids was working on some sort of school project, where she was using modeling clay, and the room was totally infused with that distinctive smell. We would sit in that room while she worked, and we listened to "I'm a Believer" by The Monkees... over and over again, as kids are wont to do.

To this day, when I hear the first few bars of that song, I swear I can smell modeling clay.

libgemOH 57M/53F

3/22/2006 6:41 pm

They say smell is the biggest memory trigger in people. I can't go near moth balls without remembering my grandmother's linen closet and the 2 blankets, the scratchy itchy wool one and the oh so soft flannel one. -B


libgemOH 57M/53F

3/23/2006 5:47 am

Sorry sweetie!


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