Memories

[kiten69]

I posted a similar thread on the General Board and got some pretty interesting replies.

A few months ago I was making fried green tomatoes when all of a sudden I was taken back to memories of making them with my grandmother, she passed away in December ...but the memory was good and made me smile and miss her all at the same time.

Another memory trigger for me is the smell of the honeysuckle I have on my fence...when the wind catches it it takes me back to summer days I spent with my great grandmother, helping her tend to her rose bushes, she passed away in '99.

So what takes you back??

 

[deathlynx]

I wish I knew...I have a horrible memory...I can litterally barely remember what I was doing a month or so ago...And what I remember is like text...No images, no sounds, no smells...Just stories and data...

Occasionally a song will actually trigger something but otherwise I get hit randomly and rarely...Very disconcerting when I'm driving...

 

[Maximus11]

Sometimes At the strangest moments, a smell or a view takes me back to a moment or event in my youth............makes you question how the brain stores memories and the things that trigger them? I too have SO many fond memories of my grandmother.............

 

[Aurora Black]

Sometimes when I'm reading over something I wrote, I see a description that reminds me of an event from my past. I wonder how the hell it got there, but I keep it in the story because it fits so well with what's going on.

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

I posted this a while ago on Blurt:

Jefferson Airplane/Starship genius was Marty Balin, not Grace Slick

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He wrote all the great Airplane songs, wrote and sang Starship's "Miracles."

That's the blurt, here's why: I was just driving at dusk on a warm summer night with the radio going, and "Miracles" came on. I cranked it, and was transported back to a college party with my college sweetie long ago, in a galaxy far away. "Miracles" was on the Top 40, and I was young. A friend said, "That's a pretty song," and I agreed.

That's all. It doesn't quite rise to a "touched deeply" moment worthy of Nirvana's thread, but I still wanted to share. Life is good, but it's also sad, because we can't live and be young forever.

 

[Antfarmer77]

In the summer, when it's really hot and sticky at night and there's a full moon, I think back to the first girl I ever kissed

 

[scheherazade_79]

My triggers are mostly musical


Church organ music - My grandmother used to play the organ at her local church, and I'd get dragged along with her every time I happened to be staying with her over a Sunday. Sometimes I'd arrive at her house, and she hadn't heard me coming, because she'd be too busy playing hymns on the organ and singing along to them. I used to hate church organ music at the time, but since she died almost two years ago, I get really emotional when I hear it. The start of George Michael's 'Faith' always has me in tears. She was one hell of a woman, and I really miss her.

Madonna's version of 'American Pie' - a particular night in the summer of '99, when I was flying along the coastal roads with some friends in a car that we'd stolen from a vicar.

The Schumann Piano Quintet - a entire night spent cuddling with one of my closest friends in a single bed at the age of 17. Very long story. She's sweet, beautiful and the most talented violinist I've ever heard. She makes a living out of it now. She's completely straight, and I recognise that was the closest I'm ever likely to get with her. I wouldn't want to complicate things, anyway. It's a beautiful friendship. The Schumann quintet is significant, because I was playing the piano part, and it was after this that she invited me back to her room for a few drinks. We didn't even kiss, but I still get a smile on my face when I hear that music.

David Grey's 'Please Forgive Me' - taking a massive gamble when I was in Vegas with my girlfriend, buying a ring and asking her to marry me, in the hope that it would sort out our relationship difficulties. It didn't.


Excellent thread, Kiten!

 

[deathlynx]

In the summer, when it's really hot and sticky at night and there's a full moon, I think back to the first girl I ever kissed

Ironically this reminded me of something that kicks in a memory every time...

Fall and Spring...Cool, clear evenings, walking through a small New England City (they have a feel of their own) always reminds me of traveling to Boston to LARP and hang out with friends when I was in college...Happy times

 

[Guest]

they say that smell is the strongest trigger for memories. Skunk will remind me of summers at the beach...i love that smell. LOL coffee, when really strong, will also remind me of skunk.

any time i listen to rosemary clooney, i remember my mom singing for the last time in the emergency room...her favorite song "You'll Never Know". it was her way of saying, "I'm doing this so you have something to hold on to...I'm getting ready to go."

 

[NoJo]

Yes, scent is magical.

The weirdest scent-induced trigger I've had is when I caught the scent from a metal tube in the medicaine cabinet, that used to cotain headache pills, and was transported back to a ski lodge I spent a week in nearly forty years ago.

The smell of dill immediately brings back my mother's old hand-operated Singer sewing machine.

 

[Guest]

Yes, scent is magical.

The weirdest scent-induced trigger I've had is when I caught the scent from a metal tube in the medicaine cabinet, that used to cotain headache pills, and was transported back to a ski lodge I spent a week in nearly forty years ago.

The smell of dill immediately brings back my mother's old hand-operated Singer sewing machine.

(aside)
it's very tricky business, sewing dill. your mom was extremely talented.

 

[Elsie Grey]

Baylor twine. It always remind me of my Granddad.

Elsie

xxx

 

[Lady_Kit]

The smell of Pierre Cardin cologne reminds me of my father. After he died I kept the last bottle of colgne he had and when I'm missing him, as I often do, I open the bottle, close my eyes and pretend for a moment that he's still here.

The taste of menthol cigaretts reminds me of my first kiss. I was 13 or 14, he was a year or so older and he kissed me at a football game right after he finished a Kool cig.