Friday, February 29, 2008

The aroma of memories

I haven't been well this week. An old injury really decided to hit me. The cold winds haven't helped. I have layed very still for the most part of the week. I did manage to do the groceries, very slowly and painfully but I am pleased I did them as now I know the family can satisfy their hunger without having to feel like they are bothering me to fix them something.

Whilst shopping, I went to the local fruit and vegie shop where I got a waft of lemon scent. The combination of a cold morning and lemon scent reminded me of my Grandparents house. They lived in Melbourne and I always remember the cold foggy mornings, going to the outdoor loo early in the morning and smelling the beautiful fresh lemons on the big old lemon tree. Every memory of my visits with Nan and Gramps come flooding back whenever I smell lemons, especially on a cold morning. Smell plays a big part of remembering.......................... Cedar Hairspray fills me with warm memories of my Nan getting ready for town. She always had to look her best to go to town. The aroma of strong Tea with milk wafts past me with fond memories of Gramps bringing in the morning cuppa to listen to the 6 o'clock news before they started their day. Velvet soap takes me back to their kitchen as they both washed up together in the trough, the dishes sitting in a yellow plastic tub so as not to waste water. The smell of gas allows me to see the old kookaburra stove where Nan baked date scones. I love my Nan and Gramps and miss them dearly but all I need do is smell a lemon and I am back there with them in their little cottage in Melbourne.


Chelle said...

Hi Jules! Im so glad that you have those good memories from a scent of something. I dont get those memories too often. It's good to smell something that takes you back to the warmth and security of childhood.

I just wanted to stop by and give you (((BIG HUGS))) today! I hope your weekend is a good one!

Jenny said...

Sorry to hear you have been unwell. It's lovely travelling back through time with the smells and memories of the past.