{"id":3457,"date":"2014-09-15T02:55:33","date_gmt":"2014-09-15T02:55:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/?p=3457"},"modified":"2014-09-15T02:55:33","modified_gmt":"2014-09-15T02:55:33","slug":"smells","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/snicklefritz.net\/blog\/?p=3457","title":{"rendered":"Smells"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Have you ever been somewhere that you smell something and it takes you to a memory of the past? \u00a0That happens with me quite often. \u00a0It happened today as I was walking Belle. \u00a0I smelled fish and water from the gravel pit near where I was walking and suddenly, I was in Traverse City, Michigan. \u00a0You know how it smells around large bodies of water? \u00a0That is how it smelled to me. It smelled like Traverse City which sits on a bay of Lake Michigan. \u00a0 \u00a0We went to Traverse City for our honeymoon and for years afterward we would take the family up to visit David&#8217;s grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. \u00a0We haven&#8217;t been there in a long time. \u00a0His grandparents and aunts and uncles have passed away and his cousins have moved away.<\/p>\n<p>When we honeymooned there we were poor and ate most of our meals at Burger Chef. \u00a0Anyone remember that fast food place? \u00a0Remember the Big Chef sandwich? \u00a0At Traverse City they served the hamburgers on homemade buns that were so delicious. \u00a0At the time we were there, the Cherry Festival was going on. \u00a0The streets were crowded and vendors were set up all over town. \u00a0We ate I don&#8217;t know how many french fries sprinkled with salt and vinegar hot out of the oil from the vendors. \u00a0We walked all over, swam in the cold water and spent one night on David&#8217;s uncle&#8217;s boat. \u00a0We watched fireworks over the bay. \u00a0It was a wonderful time. \u00a0I felt so free and happy. \u00a0I was married to the man of my dreams and we had the world at our feet.<\/p>\n<p>Another thing I smell that brings back memories is a bologna sandwich. \u00a0I can smell one of those and be back in the cafeteria at Greens Fork School. \u00a0Sometimes I took my lunch and mother always sent a bologna sandwich, chips and a fruit of some kind. \u00a0I bought my milk at school. \u00a0That doesn&#8217;t mean I didn&#8217;t like the food in the cafeteria. \u00a0The cooks there were the best. \u00a0They served delicious homemade food to include macaroni and cheese, cinnamon rolls, mashed potatoes and green beans. \u00a0All made fresh in the cafeteria kitchen by the three or four ladies who worked there. \u00a0We had no one telling them what to fix. \u00a0They were all mothers and knew what we kids liked to eat and what was nutritious. \u00a0 You could smell what they were cooking throughout the school and by lunch time your stomach would be growling so loudly and you felt you would die if you didn&#8217;t get something to eat.<\/p>\n<p>Smelling cedar takes me to Christmases past. \u00a0I have always loved Christmas. \u00a0My parents didn&#8217;t have a lot of money, but they always managed to have a wonderful Christmas for all us kids. \u00a0There were always lots of gifts under the tree. \u00a0We always went to church to celebrate Christ&#8217;s birth. \u00a0Our church had an advent wreath and every Sunday before Christmas a family would read something from the Bible and light one of the candles. \u00a0One Christmas, \u00a0one of our sons played baby Jesus and was carried down the aisle by a teen-age girl playing Mary. \u00a0I was so scared she would drop him, yet so proud he was in the play. \u00a0She didn&#8217;t drop him and he didn&#8217;t cry. \u00a0I think he slept through the whole play.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I smell newly turned soil and I am back on daddy&#8217;s farm sitting on the tractor with him as he plowed the fields. \u00a0I loved being with my daddy although he did give me the name &#8220;Snicklefritz&#8221; which means a mischievous child. \u00a0I spent as much time with him as I could when I wasn&#8217;t playing or in the house helping mother. \u00a0He taught me a lot about farming and the care of animals. \u00a0I am so thankful I grew up on a farm and had the parents I had.<\/p>\n<p>When I smell baby powder I am back with my little babies, diapering them. \u00a0I used cloth diapers and had to go to the laundromat to wash them every week, but I loved the soft, fluffy diapers that I pinned on my babies&#8217; bottoms. \u00a0Now I also think of newly washed puppies when I smell baby powder because the dog shampoo smells like that.<\/p>\n<p>Do certain smells bring memories to you? \u00a0Hope they are good memories. \u00a0Bye.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Have you ever been somewhere that you smell something and it takes you to a memory of the past? \u00a0That happens with me quite often. \u00a0It happened today as I was walking Belle. \u00a0I smelled fish and water from the gravel pit near where I was walking and suddenly, I was in Traverse City, Michigan. 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