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day 2 of this week

By Tara Zandra | January 28, 2014

Things have not been going as planned around here due to an illness. A party has been postponed, classes canceled, and general laying around by the ill one.

But it’s not me and I was productive as hell today. I literally got down and scrubbed the floor of the hallway bathroom on my hands and knees. Took me an hour and you know what? Linoleum from the 70s just can’t look good in 2014 no matter how hard you scrub. I mop it pretty regular but it never looks really clean so I figured a superty-duperty scrubbing was in order. Since it looks roughly the same as when I started, I’m a little cheesed that I wasted my time and also my knees have not forgiven me yet. I think it’s finally time to update that room and I need to look into finding a tile person.

Oh I know, I was going to write about sensory memory.

When I was a kid, my paternal grandparents lived on a farm in the state of Washington. When I was 3 years old, my great-grandmother took me to visit them during the summer. Eventually this changed into me flying to WA by myself every summer to visit my grandparents. That occurred practically every year through age 16.

It wasn’t a large farm in that it was just for them. A few heads of cattle, a dozen chickens and a couple ducks, and decent size vegetable garden made up the acreage. The neighbors next door had a couple horses and pigs as well and it was a fairly rural area at the time.

I started my days gathering eggs for breakfast and ended with picking vegetables for dinner. Idyllic in many ways. There were always dogs and barn cats as well and when I visited sometimes I would get a pet for the summer. One year I had ducklings and a couple years I had a rabbit. Never did get that pony that I begged for every single year :)

I spent my days out in the woods at the end of the pasture or up in the hayloft of the barn. Sometimes I hung out in the attic poking around or I would wander the greenhouse in awe. They were good summers and as I always looked forward to them, I like to think I knew enough to appreciate them in the moment.

After dinner it was feeding time for the cows which consisted of my grandfather calling the cows home (that’s a thing!) and hoisting a couple bales of hay into their feeder.

This brings us to my sensory memory. As I’ve shared here, we currently have two bunnies whom I dote on and adore. We make sure they have an abundance of fresh hay every day. When I got out to feed them or when the sweet smell of hay wafts through an open window on a breeze, I’m taken back to my summers on the farm. They are such pleasant memories and I cherish the times they are brought back to me. I love getting that little reminder of my childhood on a daily basis.

I don’t have a picture of me on the farm in my possession, but here I am around 6 months old being held by my grandfather. Notice his coffee cup on the side table. Coffee is another scent that I will forever associate with my grandparents- though I am not nearly as fond of it as I am hay :)


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2 Responses to “day 2 of this week”

  1. Vanessa Says:
    January 29th, 2014 at 6:01 pm

    Those are sweet memories. :) I associate the smell of coffee with my grandparents too - my parents didn’t drink coffee, so the only time it was around was when we were staying at my grandparents’ house, or when they were staying with us. I’ve been a coffee drinker since I was in high school (ironically, it was my non-coffee-drinking father who got me hooked on it by making it to wake me up for my 6:15 a.m. bus), but I still think of them when I smell coffee brewing in my own house in the morning.

    I have some of that tile that never looks clean too, and also carpet that never looks clean. I dream of a house with nothing but hardwood floors!

  2. Mel Says:
    February 3rd, 2014 at 8:24 pm

    Aw, that is a nice memory and post. I didn’t know you had so much farm experience. My grandparents had a farm until I was about 12. Then they leased the farm land and moved to another nearby town. I love the early farm memories I have too and know the smells well!