Those little things that make you remember

Spins

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For my 3,000th post I have decided, like many others before me, to start a thread, but what sort of thread?

I thought and thought and thought and thought some more and came up with this.

What little things have caused you to remember someone? Something seemingly insignificant that sends you down the road of the past. Something that is ordinary to everyone else, but means the world to you.

I’ll start.

A month or so ago I was having breakfast with my Dad and while we were waiting I noticed a lady at the other table who was wearing flip flops.

The woman was nothing special, but for the rest of my time there I couldn’t stop looking at her flip flops.

A woman that I love/loved loved flip flops. She wore them everywhere. It always amused me because I never went anywhere without socks and shoes. In my practical world one never knew when one might have to go traipsing out into the woods, or find oneself in a downpour.

Because of her I went out and bought a pair of flip flops and now I wear them all the time!

In fact, I was wearing them at breakfast with my Dad. The man who instilled in me to always be prepared. The man, when he picked me up, remarked I was wearing flip flops.

I ate breakfast while slipping in and out of my flip flops and remembering the woman who changed my practical ways simply because of her love of flip flops and my want to be closer to her.

Remembering the good things in a relationship is sometimes hard once it ends, but it’s these little things that creep up that always make me smile. :)

Anyone else have similar stories to share?
 
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I don't know if this counts but--
I saw a bunny and it made think of someone

not thoughts of angst or disappointment, just warm feelings
 
INeedLove said:
I don't know if this counts but--
I saw a bunny and it made think of someone

not thoughts of angst or disappointment, just warm feelings

I believe it counts :)

You saw something that caused you to remember. They may cause a little angst, but, I think, most of the time these little memories help remind us of good times and help steady us in the less than good times.

Thanks for sharing :)
 
Strange things, a scent, a particular shade of a particular color.

I've noticed lately that my hairclip doesn't smell like my hair. (Weird thing to notice, I know). It took me a minute to realize that it smelled like my last lover, sweat and leather and clean soap. That sent me down a windy road of nostalgia.

Another, a pen that I'd consider emerald green, brightest shade of green I've seen for an ink pen, ever. It made me think of another lover, and how once we had been in New Orleans shopping for emeralds. He was hoping to find the "perfect" emerald, which, really, was one with particular flaws. That was a very educational relationship, and one I think of more often than I probably should.

My brain has weird tangents like that ...

Now I'm off to muse.

Thanks for a great thread.
 
Raidho said:
Strange things, a scent, a particular shade of a particular color.

I've noticed lately that my hairclip doesn't smell like my hair. (Weird thing to notice, I know). It took me a minute to realize that it smelled like my last lover, sweat and leather and clean soap. That sent me down a windy road of nostalgia.

Another, a pen that I'd consider emerald green, brightest shade of green I've seen for an ink pen, ever. It made me think of another lover, and how once we had been in New Orleans shopping for emeralds. He was hoping to find the "perfect" emerald, which, really, was one with particular flaws. That was a very educational relationship, and one I think of more often than I probably should.

My brain has weird tangents like that ...

Now I'm off to muse.

Thanks for a great thread.

Scents usually don't bring up specific memories for me, but oodles of memories tied to a place.

Like the smell of my grandparents house, or the smell of a ballpark. No one specific memory comes to mind, but just an overall feeling of good that is tied to the place.

Scents are good. :)

Thanks for sharing and for the compliment.
 
The scent of "Old Spice"....I keep a half-used bottle here...that reminds my of my dad on Sunday mornings...always the best times of our times with him.

This IS a good thread....very very good!

:rose:
 
poppy1963 said:
The scent of "Old Spice"....I keep a half-used bottle here...that reminds my of my dad on Sunday mornings...always the best times of our times with him.

This IS a good thread....very very good!

:rose:

Thanks, Poppy :)
 
It is a good thread !

For me it would have to be any kind of rug . As soon as i see one i think back to my first girlfriend when we took advantage of her parents going out and went at it as if it was going out of fashion !

On the rug , in front of the open fire !

Was a real good grounding in erotica for me ! Thanks **** , I owe you ! :kiss:
 
WOOKSTER said:
It is a good thread !

For me it would have to be any kind of rug . As soon as i see one i think back to my first girlfriend when we took advantage of her parents going out and went at it as if it was going out of fashion !

On the rug , in front of the open fire !

Was a real good grounding in erotica for me ! Thanks **** , I owe you ! :kiss:


This made me remember a time when my family had just moved and a bunch of us had fallen asleep on the floor in the living room. A friend (male) and I woke up at the same time and with others around us we started kissing and touching, quietly so we didn't get caught. It was so much fun. That was a wonderful memory for me, thanks for helping me remember it.
 
WOOKSTER said:
It is a good thread !

For me it would have to be any kind of rug . As soon as i see one i think back to my first girlfriend when we took advantage of her parents going out and went at it as if it was going out of fashion !

On the rug , in front of the open fire !

Was a real good grounding in erotica for me ! Thanks **** , I owe you ! :kiss:

I'm sure she has fond memories as well :)
 
shadowdame said:
This made me remember a time when my family had just moved and a bunch of us had fallen asleep on the floor in the living room. A friend (male) and I woke up at the same time and with others around us we started kissing and touching, quietly so we didn't get caught. It was so much fun. That was a wonderful memory for me, thanks for helping me remember it.

Thank you for sharing it! :)
 
A song that always reminds me of a long lost but still cherished love...

Stardust by Hoagie Carmichael

And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that were apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust
Of yesterday
The music
Of the years
Gone by

Chorus:

Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely nights
Dreaming of a song.
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you.
When our love was new, and each kiss an inspiration.
But that was long ago, and now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song.
Beside the garden wall, when stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses grew.
Though I dream in vain, in my heart you will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of loves refrain.

How ya doin', Spins! :)
 
poppy1963 said:
A song that always reminds me of a long lost but still cherished love...

Stardust by Hoagie Carmichael

And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that were apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust
Of yesterday
The music
Of the years
Gone by

Chorus:

Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely nights
Dreaming of a song.
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you.
When our love was new, and each kiss an inspiration.
But that was long ago, and now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song.
Beside the garden wall, when stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses grew.
Though I dream in vain, in my heart you will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of loves refrain.

How ya doin', Spins! :)

That song reminds me of many of my nights :)

I'm ok, Poppy. I think it is going to be one of those days :cool:
 
Spins said:
That song reminds me of many of my nights :)

I'm ok, Poppy. I think it is going to be one of those days :cool:

Have you heard it before? It's a beautiful, lyrical, dreamy melody. I think it's one of the, if not THE, most re-recorded love song of all time. Hang in, friend! I knew you might appreciate the lyrics these days. I'll check in with you in a bit if you're still around. *hugs*
 
Songs usually make me remember. When I hear certain songs they can bring me right back, not necessarily to a specific moment but to a time period. "Summer of 69" for example brings me right back to HS everytime
 
poppy1963 said:
Have you heard it before? It's a beautiful, lyrical, dreamy melody. I think it's one of the, if not THE, most re-recorded love song of all time. Hang in, friend! I knew you might appreciate the lyrics these days. I'll check in with you in a bit if you're still around. *hugs*

You're always thinking :) :rose:
 
Flyin_Free said:
Songs usually make me remember. When I hear certain songs they can bring me right back, not necessarily to a specific moment but to a time period. "Summer of 69" for example brings me right back to HS everytime

Songs can be like that.

There is this one tune that I find myself humming when my mind wanders. Something I associate with a certain girl. I may, in fact, have ruined that song for her forever because I so identified it with her. :cool:

Thanks for sharing Free. :rose:
 
First of all let me say you have done very well with the creation of your new thread. You leave me as impressed as always.

Now for my contribution... which took me quite a bit of pondering since I suffer from memory retrieval failure...



My sense of smell always conjures up memories.

My mothers Oil of Olay cream she would put on in the evening then give me a goodnight kiss. I would smell it all the way though the many times I woke up during the night from nightmares and it would bring me solace until the dark would fade to morning. When I smell it now it takes me back to her and that feeling of peacefulness and love.
 
sugared said:
First of all let me say you have done very well with the creation of your new thread. You leave me as impressed as always.

Now for my contribution... which took me quite a bit of pondering since I suffer from memory retrieval failure...

My sense of smell always conjures up memories.

My mothers Oil of Olay cream she would put on in the evening then give me a goodnight kiss. I would smell it all the way though the many times I woke up during the night from nightmares and it would bring me solace until the dark would fade to morning. When I smell it now it takes me back to her and that feeling of peacefulness and love.

Thanks for the compliments :rose:

Nice memory to have. Thanks for sharing it :)
 
The smell of Pierre Cardin reminds me of my daddy.
The smell of Old Spice reminds me of my papa.
The song Centerfield by John Fogerty reminds me of my brother in law that was a DJ for the local radio station. He used to play that for me every morning. I know that he's with me when I hear it on the radio.
The movie Immediate Family. That was the movie DH took me to on our first date.
The song She don't know she's beautiful. Cuz he sings it so well.

Good thread spins.
 
sasebrats said:
The smell of Pierre Cardin reminds me of my daddy.
The smell of Old Spice reminds me of my papa.
The song Centerfield by John Fogerty reminds me of my brother in law that was a DJ for the local radio station. He used to play that for me every morning. I know that he's with me when I hear it on the radio.
The movie Immediate Family. That was the movie DH took me to on our first date.
The song She don't know she's beautiful. Cuz he sings it so well.

Good thread spins.

Thank you :)
 
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