I have noticed more and more over the last few years that certain things trigger major nostalgia for me… and some of them are kind of weird. But since I am learning to embrace my weirdness, I would like to share a few of the things that instantly make me feel like I'm home… and I hope you will leave a comment sharing your (possibly weird) things that do the same for you.
When I was a kid, I was a member of the local swim team in my hometown of Price, Utah. I had learned to swim very young and joined the swim team when I was 11 or 12. I swam with the Castle Valley Barracudas for about two years before my desire for popularity won out and I traded swimming for cheerleading. After all these years, though, lap swimming is one of my favorite things to do. It cuts me off from the world. It soothes my body and mind. It gives me time to think without distraction.
Here I am in the apple orchard, hugely pregnant with my son in 2008.
My grandparents owned and operated a fruit farm for many years. We lived about 30 minutes away and would frequently go to help them with farm work, like picking up sticks, sorting apples, or thinning peaches. My grandma still lives there, but most of the trees are now gone. It makes me sad to see the empty space that was once filled with row after row of apple, pear, and peach trees. Though I don't miss the dirty, itchy work of thinning peaches, seeing an orchard always makes me miss those dusty days on the farm.
It was smell that carried memory... Memories of smell didn't fade, and they short-circuited your entire psychology -- they didn't tunnel through endless experience or get loaded down by any part of your conscious mind. They stitched you instantly and fully to your other times, without regard to sequence.So what seemingly insignificant things are ingrained in your memory? Please share! I'd like to know it's not just me who loves the smell of lumber in the morning.
My Name Is Memory by Ann Brashares