by John Doe 51 Replies latest jw friends
Fresh cut hay - brings me back to the farm, and working with dad and grandpa
Hog shit (hey I live in Iowa, remember) - the family farm
Ruffles perfume - reminds me of mom
Tommy girl - brings back way too many memories of my ex
Fried Chicken and Gravy - the little cafe down home, I went to since I was 6 months old
So yeah, I'm a country boy, that's alright, I like it that way.
The smell of Octagon lye soap brings back memories of my childhood friend, Ralph.
The smell of bacon sizzling reminds me of living way back in the sticks.
The aroma of coffee brewing - my dad.
Cloves - a very kind teacher.
Pine straw - long, lazy, hot afternoons.
Purple hull peas/collards cooking - my dear, dear mother.
Better stop here.
Roasting chili peppers
Boiling Pinto Beans
Dill
Aqua Net (child of the 80's)
The smell of an outhouse. A real outhouse, not one of those plastic port-a-potties.
I was 6 yrs old when my family attended the International convention in NYC. Being poor, we stayed in a huge tent city in New Jersey. They built big group outhouses over trenches. Long plank seats with holes in them, no partitions. It has been years since I had to use one of these but when I do it takes me right back to that experience.
There is a certain smell of old grammer school hallways that brings back the nervous gut I got every morning knowing I would be stared at for not saluting the flag.
blueberry muffins baking -- my childhood home
wild musk cologne -- high school (still wear it sometimes)
wind song perfume -- my grandmother, who'd be a VIP in heaven too
Somewhere I remember hearing that off all types of hallucinations, ole factory (smelling) hallucinations are the most common, and people have them all the time whether they register in your consciousness or not.
Gregor,
OMG I actually posted about those home-made latrines and thought I was the only one who remembered them:
LOL
http://www.jehovahs-witness.com/6/105194/1822531/post.ashx#1822531
Jeannie
My first intimate encounter involved baby oil so that smell triggers some interesting memories.
HAY!!!!!!!
AUTUMN LEAVES
DOVE SOAP........my grandmother always had it at her house and we used it when we stayed with her...............
A bit in reverse here, but tasting "Sugar in the Raw" reminds me of how a sugar mill town smelled like when I stayed there for several weeks. Ah, the stench of molasses.
lol.........I was going to say the smell of Paper Mill pollution...........smells like the whole town got inundated with rotten eggs or everyone's catalytic converter on their car was acting up..............my mom was born and raised in a paper mill town in upstate NY and we always went there to visit family and my sister and i would smell that smell and know we were getting close to gramma and grampa's after almost five hours of riding in a car to get there............we could smell that smell from an HOUR away, lol!
Hog shit (hey I live in Iowa, remember) - the family farm
for me, it's cow and horse shit!
