What reminds you of home the most? Of the five senses, the sense of smell evokes memories for me – more so than any of the others.
For instance, the smell of fresh linens left hanging on a clothes line to dry reminds me of my childhood home. My mother would pin sheets, towels, blankets and everything she washed on her ringer type washer to the wire line that dad stretched and attached to posts. With a husband and four children, my mother had to do laundry almost daily. The wringer washer she used had a deep round tub that sat on attached legs. The wringer was situation atop the tub and had a handle to turn as the clothes were fed through the wringer. She filled the washer with water by the buckets. If she wanted to use hot water, the water had to be heated on top the cooking stove. After the clothes were washed they had to be put through the wringer.
Put through the wringer is a saying I heard my mother and grandmother say on many occasions when referring to someone looking bad. They would say things like, she looks like she’s been put through the wringer. I always knew what they meant because of the washer mom used.
When the clothes came out of the wringer, they came out flat and wrinkled. Mom would hang each piece onto the line and attached them with clothes pins. Many times, when the clothes were dry, but had not yet been taken inside, I ran through the sheets and blankets and loved the smell that the fresh sunshine and summer breeze fused into the threads and material. Nightfall came and it was time to jump into bed. The smell of home wrapped itself around me as I nestled into my spot and just before falling asleep I’d bury my face into my pillow and breath in the outdoors.
Other smells that remind me of home are:
- Food cooking on the stove and the many delicious odors that drifted from the open windows.
- The odor of sweaty horses and other farm animals, though not pleasant. reminds me of our farm life.
- Tobacco in all stages of growth.
I can pass a barn filled with drying tobacco and my mind will recall the many days playing outside in the barn lot while the grown-ups worked inside the barn stripping tobacco.
Not all smells evoke pleasant memories. When I smell the sickening smell of a dead skunk in the road, it reminds me of a time that a skunk burrowed intself beneath our (Mike and I) house and decided to give birth. We could hear them under the house and could not figure out how to get them out. Evidently, something upset mama skunk and she sprayed under or near our house. Our clothes reaked of skunk. It was winter and there wasn’t fresh sunshine for us to hang them out to air. I washed and dried the clothes until finally the odor was gone. The skunks finally left on their own…thankfully.
Does any of these remind you of your home?
What are some odors that when you smell them, they take you back to your yesterdays?
One more question, What do you think our home in Heaven will smell like?