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Smells, songs, etc., can provoke memories. What are some of yours?

  1. granniesharon profile image61
    granniesharonposted 5 years ago

    Smells, songs, etc., can provoke memories.  What are some of yours?

  2. Al Bacon profile image65
    Al Baconposted 5 years ago

    I have several that are special.  I was going through a school at one time near a club with a live piano player where myself and a close friend would go many evenings and eventually a tradition started where the piano player would play Clare De Lune for her and Rhapsody in Blue for me the moment we walked in.
    One evening he also played Gloomy Sunday as well but he did not recall the words to that.  I eventually did hear the words to that song, by Billie Holiday, but Cindy never did.
    She passed on and has been gone for some years now but when I hear one of those three songs, I am reminded of a special person and a special time in my life that I never appreciated then as much as I should have.

    1. granniesharon profile image61
      granniesharonposted 5 years agoin reply to this

      beautiful and sad - thank you for sharing

  3. cat on a soapbox profile image96
    cat on a soapboxposted 5 years ago

    The smell of gardenias reminds me of warm summer evenings as a teenager, and the smoky smell of fireplaces on brisk Autumn/Winter nights brings happy memories of growing up and sharing family holiday celebrations. Many songs bring specific memories, but the opening of Lovin' Spoonful's "You Didn't Have To Be So Nice" really hits me w/ an almost painful nostalgia that I can't pinpoint. smile

    1. granniesharon profile image61
      granniesharonposted 5 years agoin reply to this

      :>)      sweet!

  4. Tracy McGrath profile image60
    Tracy McGrathposted 5 years ago

    I met a lady a few years back that  traveled all the way from Africa, God put our paths together for such a time as this.  After a few days from meeting her, we would get together and sing at least once or twice a week.  Her having a heart for worship and me also, we did well together.  One of the songs that truly touched me during that time in my life was a song entitled, "here I am to worship"  today when I hear that song in the quietness of my own space, I cry because I miss the friendship this woman and I once had.  yet at the same time I rejoice because of the friendship we continue to have, and as the song is played in the church I attend, I am provoke again with feelings of gratitude for all that my LORD and Savior Christ Jesus has done and is continuing to do in my life and the lives of all those around me.

  5. Just Ask Susan profile image89
    Just Ask Susanposted 5 years ago

    Whenever I hear "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" it reminds me of me sitting on my dads lap as he sang this song so beautifully. It brings tears to my eyes as he passed away about 6 years ago and I miss him dearly.
    Smells ..... Sunlight dish detergent. Whenever I smell this it reminds me of my Aunts house as every time I'd walk into her house it had the same exact smell.

    Nice to see you granniesharon. You've been missed around here.

    1. granniesharon profile image61
      granniesharonposted 5 years agoin reply to this

      thank you-my writing comes in spurts so to speak- nice memories, touching, thank you for sharing

  6. granniesharon profile image61
    granniesharonposted 5 years ago

    Since several of you have been kind enough to share your memories I thought I would share some of my most vivid smell and song provoked memories.

    His name was Steve, he was 21 years old and I was 15.  I didn't have a steady boyfriend at the time and I worried about that as most teenage girls do.  My friend Krystal decided that Steve should be my boyfriend and she introduced me to him.

    For our first "date" we and another "couple" were going to walk to the mall which was about a mile from where I lived.  I was so excited I hurried down the front steps and tripped over my own two feet and landed face down on the concrete porch.  So embarrassed and yet determined not to be a loser I hopped up and walked with the others to the mall.  When we returned home my ankle was swollen like a great big soccer ball and it hurt.

    Steve was so concerned he went everywhere with me to make sure I was okay.  He even went to church and held my crutches which I never was able to use correctly.  I got bruises under my arm.

    At that time, the song by Minnie Ripperton "Loving You"  played non stop on the radio.  It was not my favorite or even in my top ten favorites but every time I heard that song from then on I thought of Steve.  The perfume I was wearing at that time had a light floral scent and to this day if I smell that scent I think of him and remember that clumsy fall down the steps.  I also remember the note he wrote me telling me I was as cute as a speckled pup and how I wondered what that meant.

    Steve was an orphan, I don't remember where he was from but he wasn't from our town so he eventually moved back to his home.   I don't remember exactly why or how we "broke up" but I'm sure it was confusing for both of us.

    Steve was a smoker.

    I learned of his passing of lung cancer only a few short years later.