In the cabinet in our dining area, on the bottom shelf, way over to the left, there is a friend of mine from childhood I’d like for you to meet.
Here. I’ll open the door so you can see her better. I never knew her name, but her and I were very “close” anyway, and I always thought of her as “Cookie”.
Part of the reason I was so fond of Cookie was because she smelled sooo good. Remember when you were a child, the ladies who always smelled of some wonderful perfume? I especially enjoyed being around them. And Cookie’s “perfume” was the most intoxicating of them all!
They say, of all your senses, the sense of smell has the best memory, and I believe that. Because when I look at Cookie, I can vividly remember her unforgettable scent.
And, the other thing I remember about her is that she always had a little treat tucked away for me! What child doesn’t love someone who gives them something whenever they’re together?!
I remember all the times that Cookie, with Mama’s help, treated me to the best cookies in the world, especially the big, soft oatmeal raisin cookies … I can so clearly picture having warm cookies and a cold glass of milk at Mama’s kitchen table.
Cookie is retired now. She hasn’t “worked” in years. But, she has certainly earned the retirement she is enjoying in the china cabinet.
And, when I look at her now, the memories are what surround her, just as the scent of fresh-baked cookies once did.