Saturday night, my mother in law's next door neighbor came over to visit. She let me look at her Facebook page and I saw something amazing - she went to my local high school, back in the Bronx.
We exchanged notes and I remembered we grew up less than 1/2 mile, and 20 years, apart. But I never knew she had gone to my junior high school, or my local high school. (I didn't go to my local high school, but I learned to swim in its pool, the pool she remembered so well.)
Ah, childhood memories.
Today is the last day of spring, and I want to bring you back perhaps 55 years (OK, a teeny bit more than 55 years) for a special memory brought back by the scent of the old fashioned privet hedges in front of my mother in law's house. This is a post I wrote last June after a different visit to her house.
Privet and Bees, Scent and Memory
I grew up in the Bronx, a borough of New York City, in a city housing project. All green spaces in the project were carefully fenced away behind chain link fences. We children would get into trouble with the maintenance men who cared for the project if we climbed the fences and dared to play in the greenery. So, of course, we did it as often as possible.
The boys would catch the bees in glass jars. That's not something we girls really got into. Instead, we would look for ladybugs to catch.
Yesterday, I visited my mother in law, who lives in a suburb of New York City. We needed to attend a court hearing with her. My spouse's petition for the guardianship of my developmentally disabled brother in law, "B", was finally being heard in court.
It was warm, and humid, and privet hedges were blooming in front of her house.
They were swarming with bees.
The heady scent brought me back over 50 years in a matter of seconds. I was a little girl once again, climbing chain link fences while we looked out for the project maintenance men, so my playmates and I could have a few minutes of interaction with nature.
Scent and memory. A living time machine.
Has scent ever brought you back to a favorite childhood memory?