The Aromas of Life
The Aromas of Life
By Danny C. Wash
As I lay here thinking about things, I suddenly
remembered the aromas– the smells of my life.
Come along with me and see what you remember, too.
I can still recall when we would drive by the bread
bakery and the comforting aroma of that yeasty bread baking.
The smell of movie popcorn popping in the theater lobby.
The strong aroma of ground coffee when we cut open the
Folgers can. What about that smell of the Sunday pot roast.
The smell of the interior of a new car. The sacred smell
of your mother ready for church. Your Dad’s Aqua Velva
after shave. Remember the teenage boys whose oily hair
smelled of Wildroot Cream-Oil or Vitalis hair oil. The gentle
sweet odor of lilacs or a field of lavender. Bacon frying anytime.
Vanilla extract or hot apple pie with cinnamon and ice cream
on top. Was there anything better than the smell of a just bathed
baby rubbed from head to foot with baby lotion and a powdered
bottom. What about a puppy’s breath.The fresh smell of rain or
newly mown grass. The pungent smell of a crackling wood fire
outdoors on a cool night. The original Jergens hand lotion. Fresh
mint from the garden broken and crushed in your hand. What
about the strong odor of linseed oil in a well-worn baseball glove.
The clean smell of Clorox bleach. All of these aromas call up
pleasant memories that are stored around these smells, reminding us
of other times, other places, and the people we love or loved.
So, keep on sniffing and don’t forget to pause and smell the roses.
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