It’s amazing what kind of smells will transport you back in time. When I smell fresh cut wood or saw dust I think of my Dad who was a logger for 40 + years. I think of those trips I took with him in the woods and how we talked forever and we shared laughs over our lunches. With me drinking my hot chocolate and him drinking his coffee. When I smell Vick’s I think of all the sleepless nights when I got sick and my Mom rubbed that on my throat, chest, back, and feet. She’d sing me a lullaby and tell me everything would be alright and God would hear her prayer and make me whole again. God bless my dear Mama and all her love and care for all 6 of her children. Whenever I smell fresh bread baking I think of my Ukrainian Grandma rolling out the dough with her strong powerful arms, and how she’d pound that bread with her fists. And as I was helping by spreading the flour clouds of it would be rising above my head as I was covered in it. She also made the most amazing perogies and the smell of potatoes, cheese, and onions cooking can still make my mouth water. When a catch a whiff of cinnamon and ginger I think of my Gram and her fantastic baking. She also had a special ritual when she’d get ready to go somewhere special. She’d bake treats for my Grandpa and then go and pretty herself up after. She’d layer her signature fragrance of Chantilly Lace first with body lotion, powder, then perfume. It smelled wonderful like she was wrapped up in angels wings. When she passed away I made sure to save all her Chantilly and I put it on every so often and think of her. My Dad wore this amazing cologne called Old Spice. He’d wave up his hair (like Elvis) and slap on some cologne and I thought he was the most handsomest man on the earth and he smelled wonderful. I once stopped a man on the street to ask him if he was wearing Old Spice. Much to his surprise I had guessed that, as that smell triggered that memory of my dear Dad. Now I can bath my boys and have them come out of the tub smelling like Johnson’s baby shampoo just like I did many years ago. And how I can cuddle them in my arms and smell their baby powder deliciousness. It funny how certain smells give off special memories as I sit here and reminisce with a smile on my face and a tear in my eye.
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This photo is from my garden. My Mom loved the smell of rich red roses and it smells heavenly. ❤️🌹