The Sense Of Smell

little puppy

I always find it fascinating how certain scents, aromas and fragrances can jog my memory. Some so often interlinked with a vivid recollection. I always find it fascinating how certain scents, aromas and fragrances can jog my memory. Some so often interlinked with a vivid recollection. The smell of freshly mown grass always reminds me of my early childhood in the back garden of just one particular old house I lived in as a child. Along with the vision of my father pushing an old ‘push’ mower. The aroma of fish sauce, no matter how weak or strong takes me back to the times I have spent in Asia wandering

Childhood Imagery

Childhood Imagery

As a follow up to my blog post about childhood memories, I just had to add another image that was burnt into my young brain. Living in a small country town meant I had no television. Except when I went to stay with my grandmother and grandfather in the city. I would sit and look at the test pattern for two hours, just waiting for a program to begin. Then listen intently as it was announced that Channel Seven operated on 107mhz and so on until the nation anthem played and the real television began. However, the image that is most powerfully etched in my brain is of sitting and

Branding A Child’s Brain

mother goose

I was intrigued recently by the concentration of a young child of four years old watching a DVD. The intensity of his gaze and the length of time that his attention was held was quite a contrast to the activity and tantrums that preceded the ninety minute DVD. I started to think that his little brain was being etched with these images, as he was staring so intently. Then I started to think about images that I have retained from my childhood, and the more I thought, the more images came to mind. Not from a DVD mind you, as there was no television for me, but from imagery that

Family Photo Albums

old photo

Do you remember sitting beside your grandmother looking at an old photo album of black and white or faded colour photos of your family? All held in place by little gold corners. “Oh look. This is your father when he was five!” she would say. Or maybe she showed you your parents’ wedding album. It was once pristine white, but has become a bit discoloured from years of fond handling. So many family members to remember or see when they wore very silly fashions of the time. Oh, brown suits and wide collars and ties of the early seventies. Memories. My mother used to embarrass me when I was a