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I Smell Success
At any Other Time
I would be jumping for joy to get to write a thought-provoking introduction to a hub of this nature, but no one said that any of my hub introductions need to be lengthy. Have you ever let this thought pass your mind?
So to eliminate you from sitting for hours reading long introduction to get to what my story is about, I am going to leave this short introduction as is and tell you that the title of my piece is: My Classmates' Smells Told What Their Lives Were All About.
NOTE: this hub was hatched recently and was incubating from the years 1964 through 1966 while I was a student at then-Hamilton Grammar School--in grades four through six. To further put you in suspense, no one around me in any of my school levels or around home ever though that this one thought (of mine) would never amount to anything. Kenneth.
Face it, Folks
for when we interact with others, most people will always smell something on or about someone else. As in the case of this pretty girl (above), she is probably wearing a high-end, brand name perfume that doesn't take the paint off of the wall, but subtly waifs the perfume into your nostrils as she gracefully passes by on her way to class at some elite graduate school.
When I Would Smell The
tangy aroma of Lifebuoy soap that was evident on a few of my classmates, I knew (without asking) that these classmates were of privilege. How did I know? With a little research, I found out that these students' parents owned businesses, were on some powerful education board or lawyers. I compared smells to the smells of other kids and I was right. The children without Lifebuoy were just average students.
NOTE: prior to going further, let me make this point clear. I did NOT go around sniffing my classmates' butts like some stray mutt. I know that my text may imply this in what I was doing, but know this: I am NOT a stray dog. Kenneth.
This is the Caption for Photo Above
when the photographer shot the photo about the ad campaign, Prell, that stated that this shampoo removes dandruff as in Avas hair. Did your attention go with the photo as well as that tangy smell of Prell that we all used?
How Many of You Agree With me About Smelling Certain Aroma's on Others?
Then There Were the
- Classmates with aromas (about them) that made me think of corn, beans and cornbread cooking in some of their mom's ovens and these children were like me, of rural origin. And for this, I have no shame about this fact nor will I offer you any apology for knowing this fact.
- One classmate, a guy, kept pretty much to himself, was a cool guy in every respect. But when he walked by our table in the lunchroom (talk about an offensive aroma!) he smelled of gasoline and motor oil. At the age of 12 in the sixth grade, I knew that he was a bit young to work for a gas station, and we had three in my hometown, so with some behind-the-back asking I found out that this quiet guy loved to work on cars and trucks, so his dad and uncles would let him work on their families' cars. He went on to leave our junior high school, move to the north and retire from a successful auto worker.
- Then there was one of my classmate female friends who my male buddies and myself drooled at her beauty at every turn, but I detected a distinct smell of cakes and pies. I didn't want to guess at what she was like after school so I kept my guessing about her to myself. But later I found that she did not go into cooking or even having a prosperous career as a big city chef, she just loved to eat pastries. That is all I need to share about this female classmate's history.
- Now as a departure from talking about the various smells emitting from my classmates, I want to tell you about our teacher (at that time) the late Mrs. Lena Dozier. I noticed that our teacher, besides wearing a different wardrobe choice each morning had a different smell. One morning, Vick's salve and one morning, Soltice Deep Heating Rub. Out of respect for Mrs. Dozier, I did not ask anyone about her different smells. Naturally (in my deep thinking time--lunch), I thought that she was seeing a doctor on a frequent basis for a physical ailment. Come to find out, someone shared with me that this teacher had a touch of rheumatism as well as arthritis.
- Back to my classmates. One of my good friend classmates always came to school with wet hair. One morning he sat in his desk in front of me. Suddenly I smelled the shampoo with that famous name: Prell. And sure enough if my mom did not have that identical smell on her hair (when I got the chance to check the shampoo). NOTE: just my mom using Prell did not, in any way, make her or my household a family of privilege. She was a sharp shopper and one Saturday found a coupon for Prell and she saved one dollar on the purchase.
- I cannot forget the time when a rather popular male student loved the smell of a brand new male student and after shave, Hai Karate. Do you recall those great televison ads? Well, sir. You would think that by the ads' theme was aimed at guys who wore Hai Karate would get a lot of available girls. But not (this) male classmate. He was shy and was seldom seen with girls. A great source confided in me that he just loved the after shave. Never did figure why. It might be that this guy loved to have "secret girlfriends" on the sly.
- There was (that) one female sixth-grader whose name was "Barbara." I won't tell you if her name is real or fantasy. But I can vouch for the fact that (even in the sixth-grade) she knew well the facts of life and that certain perfume she wore drove me and my male classmates wild. Her life and aroma matched.
- I always dreamed of one day giving off the smell of money when I graduated high school and out in the world and work as I did--sometimes day and night and on weekends, all I ever smelled like was sweat, coffee, and desperation.
And for that, there is no male cologne made for this aroma.
Good night, Wheeling, Virginia.
Look at the shave lotion in below video
which actually ran on our television sets. I have on highest authority that one of my male classmates actually used Hai Karate during our school year of 1966. That student's name was never revealed. No, it was sure not me for my folks couldn't afford high priced after shave like Hai Karate.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery