Well, there are days when I have nothing to say but make an entry anyway. However, that is not the case today... I would love to go on and on about our week up at Lake Mille Lacs (but I want to include pictures from the trip) or about my job outlook (which I don't want to discuss), but instead of either of those things, I want to talk about memories.
I don't really know why but I was thinking about how certain smells can trigger a memory while I was at the cabin last week. I don't think there were any particular smells that made me think about it, but I just was. You know, smells that maybe remind you of family gathering, or take you back to simpler times. For example, the smell of Strawberry Lemonade perfume from Bath and Body Works or Dr. Pepper chapstick from Lipsmackers remind me of the summer before my first year of college through my first year of college. And you can't really ever pinpoint these things until you smell them and then instantly take you back to whatever memory.
Then the more I thought about it, the more I realized that songs do the same thing. We don't have a stereo in our bathroom. But every once in a great while, when my boys are gone, I will haul out the CD player and hook it up in the bathroom so I can listen to music while I get ready. A while back I randomly grabbed a CD and happened to grab Blues Traveler. I listened to the ones that were from the radio: Run Around and Hook, but then was instantly pulled back in time as I listened to Just Wait. That song also reminds me of my first year of college. Or the song Mourning by Tantric. That reminds me of cramming for the GRE at Tabula with Harmony the week before the test. We were taking a break to get a coffee and she insisted that I listen to that song because I would be able to relate it to things going on in my personal life. To this day, I still relate it to the same time of my life whenever I hear that song...thanks a lot Harmony. ;)
Then tonight, I realized further that sometimes movies do the same thing. I saw part of Serendipity tonight on tv. I own this movie so it's not like I need to see the whole thing to know what is going on but seeing the movie brought back memories of living in West Ridge in Grand Forks while I taught in Hillsboro. There was just something about that movie that led me to watch it almost every night and to fall asleep to it almost every night. That leads me to the fact that I went for almost two months without sleeping in my bedroom at that apartment just because I had created this little haven in my livingroom and that's where I wanted to sleep, and was perfectly content with that.
So who knew that so many things could bring back memories? What things bring back memories for you? Songs? Smells? Movies? Fill me in.
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Yeah, thanks Harmony.
Dr Pepper chapstick reminds me of freshman year of college. It is one of the few things that will take me right back to a certain point in time.
That song by Tantric makes me think of when you lived at West Ridge....so does a Linkin Park song....)cause you put those on a CD for me) and it's funny cause Mike has both of those CDs and whenever he plays those songs, I always think of times in Grand Forks. I also know that there are certain smells that make me think back to younger years......like juniper breeze makes me think of the flood of '97 because that was when I ever first smelt it thanks to you. I still like that smell...
"...whenever he plays those songs, I always think of times in Grand Forks." -Stacie
You mean the five minutes you lived/spent there...?
Ahhh-ha-ha-ha-haaa!! You know I love you like a sister of a friend!
I lived there for like 3 years!!
When I smell grease, I think of my dad's old shop.
When I smell certain colognes, I am reminded of who I used to know who wore them. Some good, some bad.
When I smell cat urine, I am reminded that I have bad cats that have behavior problems.
When I hear any song by Garth Brooks, specifically "Friends in Low Places", I am brought back to the house that Tracy used to rent with a couple of other girls, and all the parties I attended there.
When I see our old Toyota Tercel in my grandpa's yard, I am reminded that I used to have to sit in the teeny weeny backseat of that car, and how the seats were black leather - that meant hot in the summer. The ventilation in that car + living on a gravel road = dust everywhere. I used to taste that fine gravel dust daily in that car. So, whenever I pour myself a great big bowl of gravel, it takes me back.
And well, we all know what Hey Jude reminds me of. Good times.
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