tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669538441242490462.post7857936259729181544..comments2023-09-29T21:57:46.971+10:00Comments on Suburban Jubilee: Smells I MissTanya Murrayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04867118885094628168noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669538441242490462.post-88180761488373564602010-11-06T16:46:31.329+11:002010-11-06T16:46:31.329+11:00WOW. What a trip down memory lane. I have my grand...WOW. What a trip down memory lane. I have my grandfather's brown case... almost exactly like yours. It sits next to my dresser in my bedroom. I adore the case so much ... which is hard for my son to understand as it does look old and beaten now. <br />My mother and grandmother used Oil of Ulan ... and I did too for some time there. It took me a while to notice that they'd changed the name. It used to smell so good. I think I can still just remember it, if I close my eyes and breathe in real deep thinking of Nan.<br />... and yes paper money. My bff in primary school and I used to sit in her built in cupboard and sniff money. That was our idea of an exciting afternoon playing... ???<br /><br />Thanks so much for this fantastic post. What fun to remember all those wonderful things.Sallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05131518522010494497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669538441242490462.post-82936138544905446692010-11-03T00:20:12.775+11:002010-11-03T00:20:12.775+11:00Way to go Kat....always funny.
Good one Suze, I ha...Way to go Kat....always funny.<br />Good one Suze, I had forgotten about Perkins Paste. Clag was a lot better for glueing than Perkins Paste don't you think. Craypas smelt so plaastic too didn't they?Tanya Murrayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04867118885094628168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669538441242490462.post-86655402705220783412010-11-02T23:59:29.809+11:002010-11-02T23:59:29.809+11:00Wow how well you have summed up the smells of my c...Wow how well you have summed up the smells of my childhood.<br /><br />I had a back pack like the ports you describe. My grandmother had the Oil of Ulan. I also miss paper money.<br /><br />Some other old school memories. The almondy smell of Perkins paste and the ick factor when someone ate it. My mother would not let us have that stuff. We had glass bottles of Clag. If it was dropped shards of glass and glue went everywhere. Work place health and safety rules weren't considered then. We had Craypas for art. What a horrible smell and a messy product. Funny how mt school memories are of the crafty side of things.<br /><br />I don't remember the smell but I do remember being fascinated when mum used "blue" when she hand washed the whites. There have been times when I have been grateful that I know how to hand wash but what a chore.<br /><br />BTW I am not yet 50 but feel ancient now.Suzehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15283293507101152512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669538441242490462.post-42748341834526395262010-10-31T21:34:55.944+11:002010-10-31T21:34:55.944+11:00Mum, please do not worry that we don't know th...Mum, please do not worry that we don't know the smell of money...don't you know the smell and feel of a fresh $5 or $10 note, still a kind of warm from sitting in the ATM?Tednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669538441242490462.post-33009390725619524772010-10-29T14:41:34.332+11:002010-10-29T14:41:34.332+11:00such a wonderful wonderful post Tanya and YES I re...such a wonderful wonderful post Tanya and YES I remember the smell of money and it was such a great smell, and the port I love it, my hubbie grew up in QLD and he calls them ports, we moved here from Melb when I was in grade 2 and I had my school port with me it was white with red corners my sister had a brown one. I collect them now and have quite a few big and small. Your question about my linens...I buy them to repurpose and have only done it with a few as I loathe to cut them but then when I do it feels great to have given them new life!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669538441242490462.post-12269591752258193262010-10-29T10:59:55.620+11:002010-10-29T10:59:55.620+11:00I miss the smell of my first truck. It was a 1954...I miss the smell of my first truck. It was a 1954 Jeep Willy's pickpup, and it smelled like freedom and self-reliance. It's the only vehicle I ever drive in my dreams. <br />I saw another old Willy's once, and being in another city where nobody knew me, I thrust all temerity aside and asked the owner if I could just please smell his truck. He smiled, let me, and I managed to not completely start bawling at the first whiff. <br />He said he remembered the smell of his first truck, too...and luckily didn't think I was too much of a fool!Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18207121540248325766noreply@blogger.com