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Transformative Power of the Senses

I’m always amazed at how a  small detail—a sight glimpsed out of the corner of my eye; the whiff of an familiar, but forgotten, smell; a tickle of sound in my ear—can transform me to a different place. And not always a physical place, sometimes a place in time.

Honeysuckle, with its far-reaching sweet scent and sticky nectar, brings me back to early summer during my childhood. When there was always a tree to climb or a brook to explore or a patch of asphalt to skin my knees on. When the sun stayed up late and my parents allowed me to play outside until a late bedtime.

The album Little Earthquakes by Tori Amos transports me to a white mini-van packed to the gills with my family and our luggage. Cruising down the highway toward Florida, scenery rushing by as we drove south to Florida. My siblings and I singing “The Name Game” song: “Chuck, Chuck, bo-buck, banana-fana fo-“. My sisters and I cutting off and then cracking up when my brother—the youngest, who was only three—shouted out the swearword.

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The view in Connecticut.

Today as The Boy and I walked to the beach, a puff of white in the space between two houses made me suck in a surprised breath as my mind traveled 6,300 miles to the island of Moorea in French Polynesia. Once we arrived at the beach, I stopped for a better look. Puff up those clouds a little more, change the gray waters of Long Island Sound to a see-through turquoise, substitute Long Island for an island in the South Pacific, and turn the rest of the slightly overcast sky to a pale blue…and I was in paradise.

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The view in Moorea, French Polynesia.

Okay, I realize looking at the two pictures, the views aren’t even close to each other, but something about that quick glance set the gears in my mind turning and brought me to another place. Both sights are beautiful in their own ways, don’t you think?

What senses bring you to a memory?

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8 Comments

  1. Ann Herrick

    It’s amazing how the senses can trigger memories. For me it is often a sound, could be music or a laugh or a funny noise.

    • Katie L. Carroll

      It’s amazing and a nice treat, and often unexpected!

  2. sherry

    For me, it is smell, always smell. Sniffing the air of Beaumont, even if it is laced with fumes from the Goodyear Plant wafting in, I am home. Smelling brisket on the grill, even if I am in Maryland, I am on the Bolivar Penninsula. Smells evoke people as well. My mom only wears L’Air du Temps. My grandmother, only Chanel No. 5. I’m thinking I smell like unwashed socks and chocolate chip cookies, but hopefully, my kids like that kind of aroma.

    • Katie L. Carroll

      Well, I suppose kids would like the smell of unwashed socks and chocolate chip cookies…I wonder what my son thinks I smell like, probably something to do with booby milk!

  3. Mirka Breen

    Vivid writing is all in the details, isn’t it?

    • Katie L. Carroll

      So I’ve heard, Mirka! 😉

  4. Anna Staniszewski

    For me, it’s often scent, though certain songs can also bring me right back to a time or place. I’m always amazed at how senses can do that!

    • Katie L. Carroll

      Songs are a big trigger for me, too. They bring out very tangible memories for me.

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