Monday, April 4, 2011

Pink Poodles in a Garden of Honeysuckle

This week, your memoir prompt assignment is to think of a sound or a smell the reminds you of something from your past and write a post about that memory.  Don't forget to incorporate the sound/smell of your choosing!

"Mom, I don't feel good. Can I stay home from school today?" I was eleven years old, and a student in sixth grade.

Mom felt my forehead, looked into my eyes, and decided I was faking it. She had good reason to decide that, because I was a talented faker. And she knew I had P.E. that day and I HATED P.E. Off to school I went. 

I wasn't really faking.

I threw up on the bus. The speed at which all the kids around me made it to the front of the bus would have broken land speed records. The trash can I threw up into sat right on the heater vent and the smell of warm vomit started to fill the bus. But that isn't the smell I want to tell you about.

The school nurse called Mom, Mom picked me up and took me to Dr. Raven's office right away. It turns out that I had mononucleosis, tonsilitis, strep throat and pneumonia. It landed my skinny little 11-year-old butt in the Eisenhower Memorial Hospital in Colorado Springs. My first stay in the hospital.  My fever rose so high I became delirous. Even now, over 35 years later, I can still recall the delirium dream featuring pink poodles.

When I was well enough to receive visitors, my favorite auntie, Tante Cine (short for Francine), came by to see me. She was an Avon lady; she was my own personal cheerleader and has been all of my life. She brought me Avon Honeysuckle hand cream.

My first grown-up lady stuff! Up to then, I was allowed to smell like either dirt or Ivory soap and that was it. The hand cream came in a little tub. I unscrewed the cap and smelled it. My first grown up cosmetic. It was damn near worth getting sick for.

She took a dab of the cream and smoothed into my stubby little tomboy hands. My nails were chewed, I had callouses from where I held the handlebars of my bike. Cuts and scrapes and nicks and bruises...it all seemed better because my Tante Cine gave me honeysuckle scented hand cream.

Tanta sat with me for an hour or so and we talked about all those things that are so important to a pre-teen. Time for dinner, if you could call it that, approached and Auntie went home. The nurses were kind; they ooo-d and ahhhh-d generously at my new treasure. I talked them all into trying it, as if I were the one who had invented hand cream, and gushed about what a miracle this fragrant stuff was.

To this day, the smell of honeysuckles takes me back to a moment in my life when I felt cherished, cared for and so very grown up.


Always, feel free to comment! Trish in AZ

8 comments:

  1. I love this! And thank you for the smell of vomit not being your memory scent. :)

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  2. Such a great memory to come out of a horrible time of being sick. That's what makes aunts so special. :) You are very lucky - very blessed - to have been loved so much.

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  3. That was wonderful, I also love honeysuckle, but for different reasons. Your aunt sounds like a precious woman!

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  4. The smell of vomit has surrounded me for days now - my kids have the flu. Your aunt sounds so special. Lovely post. And your parents must have been worried sick.

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  5. Oh this makes me want to call my niece and give her a hug over the phone. What a sweet story and told from your heart. Well done!

    PearlsGirl

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  6. What a sweet memory! It's funny how we remember little moments that made us feel so grown up. I remember when my grandma used to let me wear her lipstick.
    You did a wonderful job at creating the imagery here. Great work (visiting from TRDC)

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  7. What a lovely memory! I think it's wonderful when young people have adults in their lives, other than their parents, who cherish them in the way your aunt obviously did. My favorite part was the line about getting to smell like dirt or ivory soap! Perfect little detail to add to the special feeling of getting the honeysuckle hand cream.

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  8. Oh my goodness, that's a whole lotta illness for one kidlet to have all at once! Glad you came out of it okay...and smelling like honeysuckle. :>

    I really liked these two paragraphs:

    "My first grown-up lady stuff! Up to then, I was allowed to smell like either dirt or Ivory soap and that was it. The hand cream came in a little tub. I unscrewed the cap and smelled it. My first grown up cosmetic. It was damn near worth getting sick for.

    She took a dab of the cream and smoothed into my stubby little tomboy hands. My nails were chewed, I had callouses from where I held the handlebars of my bike. Cuts and scrapes and nicks and bruises...it all seemed better because my Tante Cine gave me honeysuckle scented hand cream."

    I could feel your excitement for the hand cream and completely picture a kidlet who like to get out and play a lot. And thank goodness for the honeysuckle to finish up with because I was smellin' that vomit on the bus!

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