Isn’t it funny how a smell can transport you to a different time and place? If I smell a certain type of bread baking, it reminds of my Great Grandma. Lilacs remind me of my Grandma. Everyone has scent memories, and a lot of them probably revolve around food or cooking. But not this one, so let me tell you about it.
Living in Florida it’s generally warm year round. Sometimes we’ll get a couple of chilly weeks, but no real winter. But this season has been downright cold, and I am not prepared for that! I pretty much live in Birkenstock sandals. I do own some Boston clogs, and have worn them a couple of times when out and about. But I need something warm to wear around the house, and I remembered that I had an old pair of UGG slippers in a bin of closed toe shoes that is stashed in the spare room closet.
I dug out the bin, found the slippers, and dusted them off, and figured they’d look a lot better if I gave them a good polish. Since I live in sandals, it’s not often that I dig out the box of shoe polish that we brought with us when we moved here from Michigan.
As soon as I opened that tin of polish, I was instantly transported to childhood, early on a Sunday morning. My Dad polished his shoes every Sunday morning before Mass. I cannot smell shoe polish without thinking about that. The smell of polish as he rubbed it into the leather. The whisk, whisk, whisk sound as he buffed it out with the rectangular brush to bring out the shine.
Gosh I miss him! I know we can’t go back in time, but man I wish I could once again hear his voice, watch him polish his shoes, and sit next to him at Mass.
What is your favorite scent memory?
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