Have you ever felt like you entered a time machine when you hear a song that transports you to another age and place?
Scents are also a powerful flashback inducer.
There is a short story in my memoir anthology titled, Hope Lies in Meatballs. It begins with my Grandma and I taking a trip to the Italian store in the city.
The other day, I went to a grocery store where I don’t shop regularly. It’s a little farther away from where I live, so I only stop there when I’m in that neighborhood. It’s a regular grocery store with an added Italian flare. The moment I stepped inside, the aromas of garlic, oils, and seasonings transported me back to that Italian store with Grandma.
In the story Hope Lies in Meatballs, as a little girl inside that Italian store, I got my first taste of briny olives and was hooked.
Cold cut-sausages used to hang over the deli counter.
Along with plenty of cheeses.
Our house and Grandma’s always had a jug similar to this for Papa to have with his meal.
Flashbacks like these almost brings tears to my eyes.
What scent transports you … and to where?