Jello brand butterscotch pudding, my mother used to make it for me when I came home from the dentist. (something soft to eat) I still make it when anyone in my family has a dental appointment! As we eat it, I always think of my sweet Momma.
newsprint, When I smell newsprint, I can see, hear and feel a warm kitchen, early in the morning, my mom and dad drinking coffee from big mugs, reading the newspaper at the kitchen table. In the background on the radio, I can still here the "hog and farm" report droning away. We weren't farmers, they both worked at an aircraft factory, however, both of them came from farming families, and the agriculture reports were a habit from their childhoods.
leaves being burnt, people in rural Kansas still burned their leaves in the fall of the year, when I was a child. Crisp smoky air drifting through the sparsely populated neighborhood. Home!
sawdust, my dad was a weekend carpenter, and was always sawing and routing wood in the garage. The smell of sawdust will always remind me of him.
2007-08-26 17:58:39
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answered by Lady M 6
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The smell that seems to come from the fields after farmers have removed the crop and turned the stubble back into the ground, always reminds me of the revolting memory of overcooked cabbage and semolina pudding that you used to get with school dinners.
2007-08-25 02:11:12
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answered by jacyinbg 4
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Knights Castile soap; I don't think it's made any more, but it was sold as a luxury soap, and my mother used to keep it for thing like going into hospital! I would know the smell anywhere, and always associate it with childhood.
Also the smell of hops and roasted barley...my grandmother lived close to where Guinness was brewed in Dublin, and I adore that smell; always think of happy times in her house!
2007-08-25 03:28:16
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answered by marie m 5
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Oatmeal
2007-08-25 02:05:13
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answered by Anonymous
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Freshly cut grass reminds me of the 'grass fights' that me and my mates used to have when I was about ten. There was a green belt of grass over the road from where I grew up and when it had been cut they used to leave the grass in big piles and we'd have great fun throwing it at each other!
2007-08-25 02:07:49
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answered by Anonymous
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The first puff of a cigarette lit with a match. And the smell of the first drops of rain evaporating on a hot tar road. mmmmh
2007-08-25 06:11:41
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answered by amandla 3
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I went to my old elementary school a year, or so, ago. You talk about memories!! There was a very distinct smell that I had forgotten, but once I got there memories came rushing back.
2007-08-25 02:54:07
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answered by ihatecankles 3
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Mothballs. My babysitter that I loved was an old German lady and her house reeked of them!
Cherry blend pipe tobacco. Her husband (whom I absolutely adored) smoked a pipe.
Shoe polish. My daddy shined his shoes every Sunday before church, and I loved to watch him. LOL When was little, I even asked if I could have his shoe-shine kit when he died once. LOL
2007-08-25 02:53:30
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answered by hottiecj *~♥~*~♥~* 4
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Baked sweet potatoes (holidays); freshly cut grass; Chlorine; Aqua Velva; Brillcream; mustard green blossems; Iodine; wet dogs; wood pecker nests; wet magazines; marigolds; new rubber tires; new denims: prune blossems; first rain.
2007-08-25 10:38:57
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answered by LELAND 4
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Imperial Leather soap takes me straight back to childhood. Believe it or not, we had no bath and had to have a tin one, in front of the coal fire and we always used Imperial Leather.
2007-08-25 04:10:43
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answered by Anonymous
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