Sensory travel...

Isn't it funny how a smell or a sound or a taste or a song can completely open your memory box? Once I let myself think on it, I realized:

• the smell of Dial soap reminds me of living w/my grandmother when I was probably 4 years old
• a certain smoke reminds me of her coal furnace she used to light
  
• songs by the old group, "Bread", remind me of my brother, Curtis - especially "The Guitar Man"
• the voice of a long-time newscaster on local WHBC reminds me of standing around the radio, PRAYING he would announce major school closings in the winter
• old fashioned Christmas carols remind me of Christmas growing up & mom would play them on the 'stereo' while there really was snow falling
• in the stores @ holiday, the 'Christmas candy' (that hard as hell, wavy-ribbon striped stuff) now reminds me of growing up; it sat around in bowls - not the choice stuff - it was usually eaten after all the 'good stuff' was gone & you ate it just cause it was candy
  
• the smell of fresh fruit @ Christmas (in bowls)
• Ditto for 'real' Christmas trees & old bulbs
• Clinque's Aromatics Elixer - my sister, Sharon :-)
• distant clouds that look like mountains remind me of the mountains in Burbank
• lunchboxes & wax paper remind me of my plaid lunchbox I had all thru grade school
  
• and lastly, anytime I think of the words 'steak butter', I get nauseated. My ex-hub used to eat steak w/that when I was pregnant. Barf (LOL!)

Sunday Scribblings word-challenge: Time Travel