Have to admit, when I saw the prompt today, the first thing that came to mind was delicious Mr Jason Statham 😉
Alas. This is not a post to perv over him…
Missive : Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.
Many things that reminds me of my childhood. Mostly sounds and smells connected to the people that was important to me then.
My gran cutting fabric on the same table I currently cut fabric on. My grand father crushing biltong for our porridge in the morning on the side of the built in wood burning cast iron stove with an old fashioned iron. The smell of my gran making bron from sheep’s legs. Or her bread baking in that same stove. The smell of the smoke on a cold winter’s morning. Cattle, and their accompanying smells and sounds. All good memories from holidays spent on the farm with no electricity, candles and lanterns only. no ipads or cell phones. Battery operated radio, Esme Euveraard and So maak mens. Springbok radio every day. We did have running water, and the gas geyser would start with a whoosh every time we went to have a bath. I still dream of that house. We always slept in the purple room, just off the lounge. That always smelled dusty because the only times it was used was over Christmas and when the preacher came to visit. In winter it was a dark and scary place. Not to mention cold after the lovely heat from the kitchen. The smell of Voco when my grand father would fill up the paraffin fridge they had in those days. The chug-chug of the generator he used to pump water to the dam.
My father had this garden fork, with one missing tine. The handle is sort of loose – I still have it. Still use it. And every time I do, and I hear that very distinctive sound, I can see my father in the garden. One of the places he loved best. Pottering around out there, watering, and weeding. He planted something along the side of the house, but it never flowered, so he was not certain what it was. On the day of his funeral, they flowered for the first time. Orange day lilies. And not singles either. Lusciously double, vibrantly orange flowers. I still have them in my garden, and every year they bloom, I am reminded of one of the gentlest, kindest people G-d ever created. Through adversity and judgement, hard times, he stayed a rock for all of us to hold on to in the stormy times.
One day, while I was in Iraq, and after my dude and I exchanged some tunes, I was listening to Glen Miller. It was a grey day outside. No sun, clouds covering the sky, lowering with rain. My heart was sad because of the arse I worked with, and this song started playing. Suddenly I saw my dad. In front of the music centre, the LP cover in his hands, just listening to his tunes. Wearing his old garden clothes – threadbare shirt and a pair of seriously ugly brown, crimplene pants. A hideous reminder of the seventies, about the only thing they were good for was for working in the garden with.
This is the song that brought him to life for me on that day, so long since gone…
Today was not such a bad day as could have been expected. The recalcitrant secretary was back today. Spent a long time in the FM’s office.
The result of that meeting?
I’m now to play secretary until she can handle the stress better. Not that I mind – at least I now get to go to the loo without having to ask for permission! She will now sit at reception again, and I was told to give her some typing to do – just so she does not feel like she could not cope. Nice if you have a fall back chick, not so. Oh well – all in a day’s work, and at least I’m working. Right under the boss’ eyes, but I have a job, that I get paid for, and where now, I can put my earphones in my ear, shut out the world, and just do what needs to be done.
Now I must shine. Or at least buff the dull spots a bit. Maybe, just maybe there may be better things in store for me – one just never knows.
Hope you have a lovely evening – think it will be an early night for me tonight. Emotional distress has a way of knocking you for a six!
Long days and pleasant nights…