Sentimental Journey & Other Memories
It starts in THREE SECONDS! [kill the record]
“W-A-L-E, Fall River.” (beep) “Mutual News, John Anderson reporting…”
That was the closest I ever came to blowing a network join. How do I remember it? That it was 9:30 on a Saturday night? Because hearing “Sentimental Journey” brings it all back. “Gotta take that sentimental journey, sentimental journey home.”
On an unrelated note, there’s my grandfather’s ashtray. He would knock the remains out of his pipe on the protruding center stick and the tray would vibrate with a particular sound. Anytime I heard that sound, when we had that in our house years later, I thought of him and the house where he lived. Automatically.
Some years back, I lived in an apartment with steam heat. When my mother visited, she smelled it and said it brought her right back to a place she had lived in some thirty years earlier. Smell is a primitive sense and an equally primitive reminder.
Ever wonder what sounds, smells and experiences bring you back?