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You, who shattered my heart so completely that I never thought it would mend itself. You, whose voice I knew immediately even though it had been almost twenty years. You, who thinks only old women garden, are the one who came to my mind today as kneeled over my flower bed.
The sense of smell is so strong that it hurdled me back twenty years in a nanosecond. There I was again standing in front of my parents’ house on a humid summer night with the scents of mangroves and night jasmine and freshly mowed grass swirling together in my nose. And of course the butterflies were there just as they had been then –not in the air, but in my stomach and in my chest rapidly fluttering their wings.
You’re still hung up on the first sentence. I know you have not processed the rest. We’ll probably never agree. I hope some day you will understand.
Why is it that some memories won’t die? There is so much to remember from day to day. Oh the times my wallet was left at home…or my keys. A birthday missed, an errand not run this happens all the time. So why is there still room for those memories? They’re so vivid and equally bring such pleasure and such pain. Would I miss them if they did disappear? Maybe that’s why I haven’t let them go. Is it possible to let them go? Will they go? For good? Should I?
September 9th, 2007 at 8:21 pm
Tuscany cologne – fist to my gut. I hear what you are saying LOUD n clear.
(Must stop thinking about it now, thinking about it tends to bring him out of the ether and into the real life.)
September 9th, 2007 at 9:14 pm
There is a great short story you should look up about his very thing!
“The Incredible Appearing Man” by Deborah Galyan
You have to read it sometime and tell me what you think.
By the way, this post is right on the mark. Very good.
September 9th, 2007 at 9:41 pm
I posted about the sense of smell today too! Wassup??
I know EXACTLY what you are talking about. The other day I was in a storage room of a grocery store and was immediately brought to my grandparent’s fishing camp. What a pang!!!
September 9th, 2007 at 10:26 pm
it’s amazing how strong our scent memory can be.
becky (misspriss.org)
September 10th, 2007 at 6:00 am
Scary isn’t it?
September 10th, 2007 at 8:05 am
Be afraid! He’s probably Googling you or about to contact you in some way.
At least that is usually what happens to me when I have those kinds of textured memories.
September 10th, 2007 at 8:29 am
I have those scent memories too. It’s amazing how it all comes flooding back with just a whiff.
September 10th, 2007 at 8:53 am
(sigh)
Sometimes I wish I could selectively empty my head (and my heart) of memories that don’t deserve to take up space.
Nice post, Mamma. Nice post
PS: If you give me more than 3hr notice, I will not only join you for cocktails on Fri but drink you under the table. Miss you (and your infectious laugh)!
September 10th, 2007 at 8:59 am
This is very, very beautiful, and it rings with truth.
September 10th, 2007 at 12:07 pm
Scents are such powerful memory stirrers. Too powerful sometimes.
This was beautifully written.
Jane, Pinks & Blues Girls
September 10th, 2007 at 4:09 pm
The memories we don’t want to remember and yes nothing brings back a memory like certain scents.
I had a bad falling out with a girlfriend several years ago and I still think about her every now and then. Even though she said and did some horrible things and I haven’t talked with her in several years i still think about her and wonder if I should reach out /or what she’s doing…
Odd how that happens isn’t it ?
September 10th, 2007 at 5:17 pm
Oh gosh yes. Smells do that to me too. I wonder if it is a woman thing? I never hear my husband mention smells from his childhood. They are so terribly evocative, they almost hurt. That was a lovely description.
September 10th, 2007 at 6:29 pm
I have had this same experience. Why…when we are SO much happier and better off…do memories like this plague us? Maybe it is just a slightly painful reminder of how far we have come….yeah, that is what I choose to believe!
September 10th, 2007 at 6:36 pm
I can’t get a whiff of tuberose without being 22 again and dating a sweetheart called, “Spike”… you are right… it’s scent and music that take me back every time.
September 10th, 2007 at 6:44 pm
Who is he?
(And what did you do to your leg?)
September 10th, 2007 at 7:54 pm
Sometimes the slightest scent can stir the deepest memories.
Beautiful post.
September 10th, 2007 at 9:14 pm
Stupid sense of smell. Always conjuring up old memories. Drives me nuts.
And only old women garden? Does that make me an old woman? Crap.
September 10th, 2007 at 9:27 pm
I also have a smell thing. I would smell my great-grandma for many years after she died.
September 11th, 2007 at 10:44 am
Oh, the power of smell-related memories! I have plenty of those, too. Some good and some painful. This was beautifully written and compelling to read.
September 13th, 2007 at 9:02 am
Amen Mamma.