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PROMPT May 2nd What smell or sounds brings back great memories of your childhood? My sense of smell is a family joke. It appears I can smell things that others can’t. I’m known as the nose that knows. I’m useful though when trying to find the exact location of smelly things. Dead rats in the roof for example. I can pinpoint the spot. Which saves my husband time searching the whole roof space. Sometimes it’s a curse though. Often it pays not to be able smell things. Anyway as to childhood memories. One is the smell of freshly cut grass drying in the sun before being bailed up into haystacks. I’m immediately transported to a field behind our house when I was about seven. Boiling soapy water. I can see my grandmother boiling sheets in a copper pot. She’d be turning them with a wooden implement, steam making her face bright red as she tussled with the washing. Smoke from an open coal fire reminds me of my childhood homes. We always burnt coal which I used to go to the coal shed and collect buckets for the fire. There is another smell which would send me back sixty odd years if I was able to smell coal dust again. We don’t use coal for heating anymore. I think that stopped years ago in the UK in an attempt to clean the air and the buildings. Evening in Paris perfume. It was my mother’s favourite scent. It was in a blue bottle shaped like the Eiffel Tower. I think I can remember the smell but I haven’t seen any for years. Mothballs. They were used in every wardrobe to scare off moths. Again I’ve not seen those for years. Probably because children would eat them thinking they were sweets. |