tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post4207302854127802260..comments2024-03-28T05:56:52.754-07:00Comments on The Weaver of Grass: MemoriesThe Weaver of Grasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-20640392864120076572020-07-24T18:37:13.156-07:002020-07-24T18:37:13.156-07:00That was such a great story about your parents !!!...That was such a great story about your parents !!! If I did that to my husband I don't know what he would do. You can see him on my blog riding our horse Coco. I think if you click on my name it goes to my blog.marlanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15128039722160556974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-1988803217110727842020-07-24T05:05:35.669-07:002020-07-24T05:05:35.669-07:00I so enjoy your posts, and a very Happy Birthday t...I so enjoy your posts, and a very Happy Birthday to your Mother, on the Other Side! What a fun memory of your parents having a laugh with each other!!! I have enjoyed reading the commenters' smell memories as well. Smell is a powerful and mystical stimulant of memory. A summer smell for me, raised in the boiling hot South in the States - creosote oozing from telephone poles; you dare not touch the pole lest you wanted it on your hand for a very long time! A certain evergreen bush, I don't know its name, in combination with the chlorine in the pool, and the humidity and heat, sends me right back to Myrtle Beach, SC, where our family would vacation. The smell of green beans cooking with "fatback" (which is just a chunk of bacon) takes me to my Grandmother's house. Yes I think the lists could go on and on for all of us! I wonder what smells our own children remember? We could ask them! Karlahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11599315082163306355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-82342838218972520062020-07-24T04:34:24.368-07:002020-07-24T04:34:24.368-07:00My grade school from almost seventy years ago stil...My grade school from almost seventy years ago still smells the same. I can walk into that building and be transported instantly. Linda Metcalfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14706004604567190617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-79246374177335656872020-07-24T03:12:44.055-07:002020-07-24T03:12:44.055-07:00Things like the marrow story just stay in your mem...Things like the marrow story just stay in your memory forever don't they. As children we all love to see our parents having fun and acting like big kids.<br /><br />The smell of fresh paint mixed with gas reminds me of my late great-uncle and aunt. He was always painting in the house, touching things up and titivating etc, and their gas fire was kept on so low the little flame puckered and flickered and the smell of gas always escaped. The two together are very evocative for me, although rarely smelt these days.Sue https://www.blogger.com/profile/04947919568474743963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-89017637207013573442020-07-24T00:57:08.612-07:002020-07-24T00:57:08.612-07:00I recently bought a pump of Pears hand soap. The ...I recently bought a pump of Pears hand soap. The scent took me straight back to early childhood in Ealing in the 1940s.sarabandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03463833521990218349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-69273754253972936582020-07-23T23:44:45.655-07:002020-07-23T23:44:45.655-07:00You are on the cusp of Leo and Cancer Cro. You wi...You are on the cusp of Leo and Cancer Cro. You will have traits of both. Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-49396623803727164032020-07-23T20:54:23.945-07:002020-07-23T20:54:23.945-07:00I was born on the 22nd, and was always a Leo, Then...I was born on the 22nd, and was always a Leo, Then someone changed it and I became a Cancerian. I don't think my character has changed. As for aromas, the smell of Ambre Solaire instantly takes me back to the Italian Riviera of my teens.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-84793231956327256032020-07-23T19:21:58.983-07:002020-07-23T19:21:58.983-07:00I often think that we summer (July, specifically) ...I often think that we summer (July, specifically) babies are many, but maybe I notice them only because I, too, am one! My mother's husband, a Leo, wants to live to be 103 as his grandmother lived to such a ripe, old age. He's 83 & no longer in rude health, so we shall see!Beahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07886227825064266814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-74678899550926814052020-07-23T17:55:06.774-07:002020-07-23T17:55:06.774-07:00I think our Mother's cooking stays with us as ...I think our Mother's cooking stays with us as it was the first cooking we knew and had it for a long time. I am 80 and still comment on what Mom cooked. she was a very good cook using her old wood stove. Mom would be 106 if she was still living.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996243850279671523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-72823779332238636182020-07-23T16:58:53.086-07:002020-07-23T16:58:53.086-07:00The lovely scent of lilies of the valley. They gre...The lovely scent of lilies of the valley. They grew in the yard next door to my Mom and Dad's house.The houses were close together and I could often smell those lilies of the valley in the mornings. Purple lilacs grew in the backyard and smelled so good. The first really hot nights in the summer around our current neighborhood seem to release the heavy, sweet fragrance of pink mimosas. They always smelled romantic to me. The very faint, scent of snow on the way in winter. My husband says he cannot smell it. I most certainly can and I'm almost always right.susie @ persimmon moon cottagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01653330247272673990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-55214233358708584482020-07-23T14:38:50.623-07:002020-07-23T14:38:50.623-07:00So strange to mention Dettol - the smell always re...So strange to mention Dettol - the smell always reminds me of my grandmother - she used to put a capful into her bath water!<br /><br />At the moment I don't think I will ever be able to forget the smell of Lysol - it has become pervasive during this pandemic.<br /><br />Loved this post.Margie from Torontohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10103835021764804099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-50813946776566635562020-07-23T14:31:04.827-07:002020-07-23T14:31:04.827-07:00I love the stories of your past. Happy Birthday to...I love the stories of your past. Happy Birthday to your Mother today! You have such sweet memories of her and your Father. It is wonderful they could laugh and have fun together. A scent that would take me back was the smell of my Mother's cologne and powder. After she died I used to go to stores where it was sold just to smell it and remember her. I don't think it is made any more though as I can no longer find it. Bonniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17738727252267659979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-59807127971973312142020-07-23T14:14:01.067-07:002020-07-23T14:14:01.067-07:00And my mother would be 103 too. I am 69... Have yo...And my mother would be 103 too. I am 69... Have you left a number out Weave?Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-6025218464094661402020-07-23T14:12:02.044-07:002020-07-23T14:12:02.044-07:00I have terrifying childhood memories of hospitals ...I have terrifying childhood memories of hospitals triggered by the smell of disinfectant. My father would be 113 now if he were alive. Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-90416943575570957882020-07-23T12:51:18.730-07:002020-07-23T12:51:18.730-07:00I have not replied to your posts for a while as I ...I have not replied to your posts for a while as I have a new computer and although good, it sometimes will not let me reply to blogs. Smells have to be one of the strongest memory prods. Evening in Paris perfume, my mother getting ready to go out. Wrights coat tar soap which I still use, a special smell, my daughter in law says it always reminds her of me! Burning fire in the still of the evening and the smell of coal fires My mothers bedding chest which smelled of camphor, it still does and sits in one of my bedrooms. Johnsons baby powder, all my babies. Christmas cakes cooking, so special. I could go on forever. Love Andie xxxAndie Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03439857158812534870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-28550626011830797672020-07-23T12:40:24.640-07:002020-07-23T12:40:24.640-07:00My husband & I were talking about this yesterd...My husband & I were talking about this yesterday.<br /><br />When he was in college in the 1980s he had a work scholarship that paid his way. He worked 30 hours a week on campus cleaning a large building & also went to class full time. Plus this was a private Christian college so they required church attendance every day plus serving in a ministry....needless to say he was very busy but he still graduated with honors. <br /><br />I met him there my very first weekend on campus, a week after I graduated from high school. So all those years he cleaned this building I would find reasons to walk through or stop & visit with him as he polished floors or whatever. We heard they were tearing this building down. But I remember the clean scent of the polished floors. He kept them in pristine condition....they looked like glass they were so clean & shiny. <br /><br />Another scent is the inside of my mother's china cabinet. I inherited the cabinet & still 40 to 50 years later when I open the door & reach in for something, I'm carried back to my childhood. The scent of the cabinet reminds me of my turn setting the table as mom cooked supper. Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00305409125105992525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-65242763913685888872020-07-23T12:08:58.022-07:002020-07-23T12:08:58.022-07:00I have very similar memories with regard to Dettol...I have very similar memories with regard to Dettol. I only have to have one whiff and I am back nursing my newborn son, who will be 63 later this year. The scent of freshly picked tomatoes takes me right back to Grandad's greenhouse. <br /> As for chips which I rarely eat now, home grown potatoes cut into chips and fried in beef suet cannot be beaten for flavour. A treat from the distant past!Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06826501916623305535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-892185044040748022020-07-23T12:07:26.013-07:002020-07-23T12:07:26.013-07:00What great memories, Weaver. Considering the marro...What great memories, Weaver. Considering the marrow incident their marriage must have been a passionate one.<br /><br />Taste? I remember dishes from my childhood. I don't do them. It's not the same.<br /><br />Smell? Smell is evocative. There is one scent which was my beloved grandmother's, the woman I call my first mother, who brought me up and then died when I was eight. Eau de Cologne. Some years ago I bought a tiny little bottle (in Cologne, the shop just beyond the dome). I can't bring myself to open it. Too painful. She would be one hundred and twenty four (October) this year.<br /><br />I have no idea if one can wish someone dead a Happy Birthday. Let's just try and see what happens. Happy Birthday to your Mother. Long may she live - if in memory only.<br /><br />UUrsulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722046288685936851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-15850579034646805592020-07-23T11:46:11.034-07:002020-07-23T11:46:11.034-07:00Paraffin for me too. I have been remembering the ...Paraffin for me too. I have been remembering the smell a lot lately and didn't really know why. Then I was telling my daughter about the power-cuts and three day weeks of the seventies and realised that we used paraffin heaters and lamps. The smell must have become associated not only with grim times, but also the comfort of home. So that's why the smell suddenly came to mind!Tracynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-18678093343274982032020-07-23T11:01:37.749-07:002020-07-23T11:01:37.749-07:00Oh dear, I was hooting with laughter over that mar...Oh dear, I was hooting with laughter over that marrow tale! I am an absolutely ROTTEN shot, but as kids we used to play down in the abandoned brickyard. One day, we were lobbing bricks about - seeing how far we could throw them. I chucked mine, let go at the wrong time (as always) and it hit a lad (in our gang) on the head. Oh My Goodness - I never knew I could run so fast!<br /><br />Smells for me - well paraffin is one, I can never smell it without being in Beauchops, down the road from our house. One side sold toiletries, wool, childrens' books, and the like, and the other was an ironmongers, which sold paraffin at the back. You took your can and got it filled.<br /><br />And if I could ever smell it again, Manhattan perfume would take me right back to dancing at the Royal Pier . . .<br /><br />Crushed grass always reminds me of horse shows, and newly-mown hay of many horsey moments.<br /><br />Bovey Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13117332471600275100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-23633124379844656192020-07-23T10:56:40.556-07:002020-07-23T10:56:40.556-07:00Fun Memories
In summer I think of Asbury Park, New...Fun Memories<br />In summer I think of Asbury Park, New Jersey. The summer my jeans were 29 X 29, and a half pound for fudge bought on the boardwalk was free to eat without weight worry. <br />Salty Pumpkin Studiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10116105220109225010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-22033550605816463312020-07-23T10:37:16.481-07:002020-07-23T10:37:16.481-07:00Like Ruth, I love reading your memories.
It's...Like Ruth, I love reading your memories.<br /><br />It's the smell of lilacs for me. We had just moved to a farm in Minnesota (northern US). One day my brother and I were out playing when we smelled this heavenly fragrance. Like dogs, we sniffed the air 'til we found its origin...beautiful white and lavender lilac bushes growing next to a small abandoned farm house. It became our favorite place.<br />Gail, northern Californiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05606476543639979603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-6520010390411829132020-07-23T10:27:13.896-07:002020-07-23T10:27:13.896-07:00My Mother would be 109 on August 3rd. You mentione...My Mother would be 109 on August 3rd. You mentioned peas... she made a white creamy soup with fresh green peas in it. I have been trying to duplicate it. The liquid was light and I think it had an egg because she worried about curdling. Can you help?? Her English half (Cocker) was Yorkshire. Bettina Grohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02003978827710552997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-20328582769344927832020-07-23T09:13:05.825-07:002020-07-23T09:13:05.825-07:00My grandmother's favorite scent "Lilies o...My grandmother's favorite scent "Lilies of the Valley." No wonder she had so many planted in her side garden. Long after she had died, I recall working very hard at stripping many layers of paint on the hall banister in an old 1700's home we'd bought - thinking about her, and suddenly picking up the scent myself. Strange. Another connection to my grandmother (who took care of my brother and me while my mother worked) was going down to the stone cellar on a hot summer day and lifting the stone on top of the lid of the old wooden barrel - smelling the brined pickles. I always picked one out - crunchy & cool - a treat on a hot day.Regina M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01390749728685272776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-62395695009632483262020-07-23T09:09:38.993-07:002020-07-23T09:09:38.993-07:00Smells are so so evocative as everyone here has me...Smells are so so evocative as everyone here has mentioned. I notice none of them evolve unpleasant memories. Nor do mine. My initial ones are, the smell of rosemary brings to mind my grandma, who always rinsed hair in rosemary water, also like Derek, the smell of potato peelings being boiled for the chickens. Come to think of it though, that’s a kind of memory smell as I haven’t actually smelled it for probably near 70 years. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com