I'm not sure just how to start this "memory" post, but I keep being reminded of this memory so I guess I will just start writing.
It keeps happening lately when I am walking through Wal-Mart grocery section, back by the juice and drink section. When I walk past the lemonade, fruit juices and things in the glass bottles, back in the back in the open coolers. Something jogs a memory or feeling about a vacation we were on or something like that. I have this fleeting feeling that we were looking for a drink and thinking how exciting it was because we didn't get to purchase things like that in our normal, everyday life. But because this was a vacation, we were able to get something special to go with our lunch. Do any of the other sisters remember a time like that? It seems like we were out of state, in a large grocery store, buying things for lunch. I remember thinking it was cold because of the open coolers and we were trying to decide which glass bottle of drinks we were going to get. I can't place where or when it was happening, but if feels so real.
It is funny what little snippets of memories we can feel more than remember. I wish I could ask Mom or Dad about it. It is probably something that no one else remembers, just something that is tucked away in my mind, but I feel it so many times when we walk through that place in the store. I never stop to buy anything, just get that same feeling each time. It must have been something that really impressed me at the time. Probably excited because it was something new!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
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I don't have a memory of that. I do have many snippets of memories, just little things.
I remember coming home from playing at Lee's house. And when I got home, Dad had mowed the lawn and it smelled good and the yard was all nice and tidy and so was the house.
Over the years I think often of that late afternoon when the yard and the house were "Saturday clean." I like that feeling.
Another little snippet memory I have is at school. When we went into the big, old school, which was also used as the city library after the "new" school was built. The smell and feeling of clean there. I think it had to do with the lemon oil Mr. Davis used to sweep the blue/gray cement floors and make them all shiny. Every once in a while, before school starts and the building is fresh, clean, and quiet, I get the same feeling of being ready for school. Feeling, or smell, or something. Just a distant memory.
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