carni 10,094 Posted July 25, 2013 Report Share Posted July 25, 2013 I know we all hear music, Smell smells, Have Dejar vu moments and many other reminders, that suddenly take us back to long ago moments in our lives, I just had a lovely one.I have just opened a bag of apples and the aroma from the fruit transported me back to some where between 1953/59. Walking With All Hallows Primary School into Gedling Church for Harvest Festival and smelling all the baskets of fruit and veg decorating the Church, It was a wonderful memory moment and i lingered there a while reminiscing.I have many of these moments with music, but this one was a bit special. Have You got any to share with us,We would like to hear them. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
mick2me 3,033 Posted July 25, 2013 Report Share Posted July 25, 2013 Is it just me or does anyone else see young people in the street that look exactly like people you knew long ago? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
carni 10,094 Posted July 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted July 25, 2013 My dad passed away quite young in Notts, I was out in my local area in W-ton when a cyclist passed me and i was taken aback as this person was a double of my Dad. Not just a small likeness, it was uncanny.I saw this person many times and studied him, hopefully without him knowing. I often see people when i come home to Notts, who i think i know, then i realise i am looking at some one of the age they would have been when i left 47yrs ago. I'm probably looking at thier younger relations. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
tomlinson 879 Posted July 25, 2013 Report Share Posted July 25, 2013 In Boots, Norwich, a while back, I saw someone looking at me I couldn't put a name to. I puzzled over it for a while and I had just about identified him as someone I worked with when I realised I was looking in a mirror the other side of the store. Ah! The delights of old age! 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
carni 10,094 Posted July 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted July 25, 2013 Ah! The delights of getting old,Ya gotta larf Quote Link to post Share on other sites
mick2me 3,033 Posted July 25, 2013 Report Share Posted July 25, 2013 Tomlinson #4 Lol Quote Link to post Share on other sites
piggy and babs 544 Posted July 25, 2013 Report Share Posted July 25, 2013 fresias always remind me of my sisters wedding we all had red rose buds withe yellow and orange fresias in our boquas the wonderful smell of the fresias out shone the roses. . about two years after my dad died we took the kids to skeggness for a day trip as we were comming up from the beach towards the clock tower we saw a very small man walking towards us i looked up and was just thinking whats my dad doing here totaly forgetting he had been dead for 2 years when our youngest son ran of towards him souting grandad when he suddenly realised it was not him said sorry to the man who said are you one of wemmys gels i said yes i am it turned out he used to know my dad from before he was married at a quik clance he did look like him and wore very simmilar clothes to what dad used to wear shirt trousers sleevless v necked jumper and the same flat cap. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
MELTONSTILTON 452 Posted July 25, 2013 Report Share Posted July 25, 2013 When people talk about wind power, my mind always go back to the early1970s, when I was living part time in a commune in Wales, making wind turbines out of old car Alternators. The smell of paraffin, reminds me of my granddad, because he had a paraffin heater in his cottage, and the place stunk of it. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
katyjay 5,090 Posted July 25, 2013 Report Share Posted July 25, 2013 We can get tomatoes on the vine here, and they have that old fashioned smell I remember from being a kid, and taking my 2 bob across the street to Mr Berisford's, and having him fill a brown paper bag with toms from his greenhouse. I'd sniff them all the way back home. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
banjo48 928 Posted July 26, 2013 Report Share Posted July 26, 2013 My dads passion was his tomato's and his dahlia's, often remember just walking down the garden and picking a few ripe tomatoe's for my tea. The smell of them always brings back that memory. The store bought toms have no flavour at all compared to the home grown variety. As for "Dejavu" moments, I often see someone and have to blink to remind myself that its not them ! but maybe someone similar or in a similar set of clothes. Having said that I was sitting fishing one day on a jetty and a chap walked past me and I thought wow that looks like my brothers mate from Nottm, and yes it was him ! he was visiting family here in oz that I never knew he had. We spent a happy hour chin wagging over old times. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Cliff Ton 10,458 Posted July 26, 2013 Report Share Posted July 26, 2013 On the subject of recognising others……….about 10-12 years ago I caught my own reflection in a show window, and for the first time ever I found myself thinking "I'm starting to look like my dad as I remember him at a certain stage in his life". Until that occasion I'd never thought I resembled anyone else in the family, but since then I'm convinced that I'm becoming more like my dad as I get older. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
mick2me 3,033 Posted July 26, 2013 Report Share Posted July 26, 2013 I was making my way through the dark and the smoke, mindful that if I was spotted I would be shot! My ammunition was full, and weapon at the ready. I climbed some stairs, rounded a corner and was confronted by an armed figure. I quickly aimed my weapon and fired, but too late, I had been shot in the chest!... I wish bleddy Lazerquest wouldn't put those mirrors in! 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
carni 10,094 Posted July 27, 2013 Author Report Share Posted July 27, 2013 Many moons ago as a teenager, shopping in the City,I was browsing the goods in a shop window and slowly moving sideways along the front of the shop. As i came to the end of the window to where the shop door was i turned to walk away,and with a loud bang bumped head first into another lady,in that moment as i apologized, i realised it was me,the shop front was on the slant with a full length mirror sideways by the door, Quickly moving on. 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
katyjay 5,090 Posted July 27, 2013 Report Share Posted July 27, 2013 Well at least she apologised as well! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
carni 10,094 Posted July 27, 2013 Author Report Share Posted July 27, 2013 Katyjay I actually thought what a very nice lady.Lol Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Compo 10,328 Posted July 28, 2013 Report Share Posted July 28, 2013 This sort of thing happens to me quite often. I put it down to constantly peeering at the floor (looking for coins SWMBO says) instead of watchiing where I'm going. I once ran into a lamp post and knocked myself out! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
StephenFord 866 Posted July 29, 2013 Report Share Posted July 29, 2013 I used to read books on the mile walk home from the library when I was a teenager, and had one to two altercations with lamp-posts and telegraph poles. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
carni 10,094 Posted July 30, 2013 Author Report Share Posted July 30, 2013 When i am shopping and go to the bread counter. Without fail when i see a "Bloomer Loaf", my Grandma (nannar) comes into my mind, On my way to work in the 1960s i would call at her house about 7.30am every weekday morning, and she would have waiting for me,two slices of "Bloomer bread", thick with unsalted "Lurpack" and a cup of tea. And Whenever i see light fluffy "Yorkshire puds",she is there again,because she would always give me them before dinner with gravy because i liked them so much. I would love her to have known how many times she, and her little foody memories are with me,she would have had a bigsmile. And all that for half a crown a week. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Rob.L 1,088 Posted July 30, 2013 Report Share Posted July 30, 2013 Carnival, That jogs my memories of being sent by my mum to the bakers (Windales) on Westdale Lane to buy a still warm Hovis loaf, a pat of butter, and a quarter-pound of freshly carved ham off the bone for tea. Why is it that food always tasted better then than it does now? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Michael Booth 7,364 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 When carni started this thread, I was going to add an experience I had about five years ago but decided not to because it sounded far-fetched. Anyway, here goes. My wife and I went looking for a piece of furniture for the lounge and visited many shops and stores without finding anything we were looking for. We were about to return home when my wife remembered a place that she'd once seen as she drove by. We went there and found lots of stuff that we were looking for. The furniture is more of an Eastern and Indian style and 99% of it is made of different types of wood. As we were browsing I got a really strong smell of wood that took my mind back to when I first started my school life at the Arkwright Infants School. As my wife moved away to carry on browsing, I just stood there as the memories flooded into my head. When I first started school I walked into the classroom and the first thing I noticed was the strong smell of wood. The floor and desks were made of wood and probably other things, too. At such a young age and living off Meadow Lane, I wouldn't have experienced anything like it. I remembered sitting at the desk and a couple of teachers handing everyone a sheet (sheets?) of paper. This was for a test to see if you were going into the A, B or C stream. I just stood there reminiscing until my wife came up to me and smiled saying, "You look as though you're in a trance". I couldn't believe that I was remembering stuff from when I was four/five years old. I told you it sounded far-fetched, didn't I?. 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
mick2me 3,033 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 My father in his 90s would often say... "They say I have a bad memory?... Why I can REMEMBER WHEN I WAS FIVE YEARS OLD!" (Bangs fist on table). to which I would reply, "Yes Dad what did you have for breakfast" Quote Link to post Share on other sites
carni 10,094 Posted July 31, 2013 Author Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 My short term memory is not so good, which can be a nuisance, as i am forgetting things all day long.If something is important i have to write it down or it is gone, and i believe it is one of the things we can all start to experience as we get older,and the long term memory better. That is probably why all these little,smells, and other things take us back so easily. Which is great and we can choose to stay in that moment for a while and enjoy it or divert our minds if we want to. Mick2me, What a great age for your father,I bet he had a few tales to tell. Micheal, Your memory of the smell of the wood taking you back is great, these are just the experiences i hoped this topic would bring out,thanks all for sharing. 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Commo 1,292 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 The scent of lavender always takes me back to Shelton Street Infants, when every Friday afternoon we were required to polish our desk tables, and most of us had those small sample tins of lavender polish from Betterwear which were left when a purchase from their door to door salesman was made. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
poohbear 1,360 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 My short term memory is not so good, which can be a nuisance, as i am forgetting things all day long.If something is important i have to write it down or it is gone, I forget where I put the pen... 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
StephenFord 866 Posted July 31, 2013 Report Share Posted July 31, 2013 Even if I manage to find the pen, I lose the bit of paper! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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