Smell the Memories
I was headed out for the morning. Working from home is great, but ironically I need to leave the house sometimes to get work done. This was one of those mornings. I swung by McDonald’s to pick up breakfast .(Bacon, egg and cheese…the best.) I walked in and smelled something. No, it was not the fries or biscuits. It was not the smell of their apple pies. I really can’t tell you what I smelled, all I can tell you is that the smell took me back to vacationing with my grandmother.
I was no longer in McDonald’s, I was an 8 year old boy heading out of town with my grandmother. I was in Cheerookee again, having my picture taken with an Indian Chief and going to see the play, “Unto these Hills.” I was at a Holiday Inn playing in the pool with my brother and cousins, while my grandmother sat at a table reading the latest issue of Cosmo.
I lost my grandmother, “Bama” (pronounced, bam-aw) in 2007. My grandfather, “Paw-paw” passed last year. A few months after Bama passed, my wife and I found out we were pregnant with our first child, a little girl. My daughter Ginny was born on Bama’s birthday, July 30th on the exact day Bama was born.
So, I stood there for a few moments, inhaling deeply and relished the time I had, once again, to go on vacation with my Bama. I’m sure she and Paw-paw were right beside me, enjoying those memories too. I then proceeded to the front counter and ordered my breakfast. What started out as a morning to “get things done” turned into a memory vacation. Memories are powerful.
What is your favorite childhood memory?