I’ve written blog posts and also read other bloggers posts about what triggers a memory? A place. A scent. A song.
Tag: nostalgia
Missing Twenty-Five Years
Imagine you lost memories of part of your life. You remember being a child and growing to an adult age, and you remember the last three years of your life, but you have no memories from twenty years in between.
That’s sort of how I feel. No, I wasn’t in a coma, didn’t have a stroke, and do not have amnesia.
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The Scent Factor (200-word Tuesday)
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.
Time Machine
Driving around town, my car turned into a time machine and reversed me back 20 years … 25 years … 
30 years … 35 years. Stop!
There she is, standing in front of her old stomping grounds at the mall. The Triumph song rings in her head , “She’s young now, she’s wild now, she wants to be free … “ They wrote that song about her. She’s sure of it.
Her boyfriend drives up. She climbs into his 1975 Toyota Corolla where the stereo speakers blare, Jukebox Hero.
For Keep’s Sake!
Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days. ~ Doug Larson
The Sweet Revolting Development
(Originally posted on February 15, 2012.)
by Lori DiNardi 
After being dealt a bad hand of cards, Nana grumbled, “This shouldn’t happen to a dog.”
Grandma used her usual phrase, “Wouldn’t that frost you?”
End of Week Wisdom
Memories in Present Tense
~ Shopping with my laughing Grandma who includes strangers to join in.
~ Peeling off heavy winter coats inside the mall.
~ Bundling back up with those same coats, plus scarfs and gloves to ready ourselves for the cold blast on the way back out of the mall.
The Sweet Revolting Development
by L. Virelli
After being dealt a bad hand of cards, Nana grumbled, “This shouldn’t happen to a dog.”
Grandma used her usual phrase, “Wouldn’t that frost you?”
All four of my grandparents played a game of Continental Rummy at the table in Mom’s gold and brown kitchen. If the cards they held kept coming up bad, an eruption of Italian swear words echoed throughout the room. Continue reading “The Sweet Revolting Development”
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