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[Aug. 8th, 2008|03:34 pm] |
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Memories
1. Smells, and memories. Do you have a scent that when you smell it, brings up a memory? Do share.
Pine/cedar reminds me of camp. So does the smell of a wood fire. That’s a very happy memory for me. Spicy scents remind me of the holidays, of course. If I think really hard I can remember the ocean smell, which I associate mostly with Puerto Vallarta and Acapulco.
2. Songs. Is there a particular song that brings back happy memories? Song title and memory, if you care to share that much.
I have hundreds of them. Most of the music of the late 1970s brings up happy memories for me. A lot of the 1980s music brings up happy memories for me.
I remember almost every song we sung at camp. I still love those songs.
3. How about a song that brings up painful memories? Song title and memory, if you care to share that much.
There probably are a lot I am repressing. But the two I can think of off quickly are Christopher Cross’s Sailing and any of what I’d call “New York Jazz.” (It’s very poppy, lyrical jazz that I associate with New York City. I don’t know why. I also don’t know why it makes me so sad.) Also, the song Lovely makes me want to sob. I often do burst into tears when I hear it. I think it bothers me because it’s basically about capturing/freezing time and I associated it with one particular night/dance from my junior year in high school that I want to freeze in time and can’t.
4. Food. Is there a certain food that conjures up memories?
All of them. It would take me days to answer this. I should probably try it later just for fun.
5. Clothing? Do you have an item of clothing or if you see a certain item, does it make you think of a time/place or person?
Again, clothes from the 1970s and early 1980s do that for me. That was when I was in high school and college and part of me will always be stuck there. We also wore what we called “Mexican dresses” - which were basically very comfortable shapeless sacks with lots of pretty embroidery on them. I remember my sister telling me you could judge the quality of a Mexican dress by the little people embroidered around the neck.
When I was, I think, a junior in high school, we wore overalls to school. But then, we also wore Quiana and Army/Navy Store jeans. Those were in style when I was in middle school.
White shorts and shirts make me think of camp. :) That's what we wore on Sundays.
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