Memories and things

It's funny how we humans associate "things" and "events" in our lives. Just seeing those things can bring back memories, no matter how much time has passed.

Seeing an old-fashioned flour sifter takes me back to making biscuits with my grandmother. I can see one in Target and get teary-eyed. Hearing polka music reminds me of enduring my dad's attempts to be a human tuba. The sight of notebook paper stirs memories of trips to get school supplies—my reward after a torturous visit to the orthodontist.

Whenever I have pancakes I think of my wedding day, as that is what my best friend treated me to for breakfast. Whenever I pass a wacky golf course, I think "Help me, Jesus!" Why? Because that's what my embarrassed mother wailed when my sister accidentally hit me in the head with her club some 45 years ago. In front of a crowd.

A field of daisies sets my heart racing as I recall my first love and the first flowers he ever gave me. I was wearing a yellow paisley sundress and he had on a white Nehru jacket. We laughed because based on their smell, the cows had found those daisies first!

And then there's fried chicken. Twice I cooked it, twice the smell made me sick, and twice I learned I was pregnant. I don't prepare it anymore!