Does the past have an odor? To me it definitely does. Certain things I smell always remind me scenes from my childhood.
The most prevalent one is the smell of freshly mown grass. I played a lot of golf when I was growing up, and from late spring until early fall, mowers were always at work somewhere on the course. I guess the cutting of the blades of grass must release some chemical into the air or something, because the smell was pervasive—and pleasant.
So much of my childhood and teenage years involved golf courses that any such memory gives me warm feelings. They take me back to a time when my biggest worry in life was getting home from school in time to be able to play football with the neighbor kids or getting home on Friday or Saturday night early enough not to get into trouble with my parents. And, of course, there’s the smell itself. Such a sweet, pungent odor. I still love what it does to my senses.
What gave me the idea for this post was a smell I encountered on the way to meet a friend for breakfast this morning. I don’t know how this smell came to me with the car windows rolled up and the heater on, but I caught the smell of clothes being ironed. Weird, I know, but it was there somehow.
When I was a kid, before the day of all the synthetic no-iron fabrics, most clothes had to be ironed. I have wonderful memories of walking through the room when my mother was ironing and smelling the fresh smell made by the iron on the shirts or whatever she happened to be ironing.
Baking smells remind me of my maternal grandmother. She was a wonderful baker, and I have sweet memories of the odor of her cinnamon rolls or homemade yeast rolls wafting from the oven.
What smells take you back to treasured days of your childhood?
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