tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post114750038286955382..comments2024-03-09T13:49:36.566-06:00Comments on Prairie Bluestem: Feed stores and egg cartonsGenevieve Netzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08004780820713448880noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-1147737597220984872006-05-15T18:59:00.000-05:002006-05-15T18:59:00.000-05:00It is amazing how smells are vividly remembered, a...It is amazing how smells are vividly remembered, as both WIP and Trixie have mentioned here. Several years ago, we visited the Shaker Museum east of Russellville, KY, and when I smelled the cellar there, it reminded me of my grandfather's potato cellar which I had not seen nor thought of for decades.Genevieve Netzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08004780820713448880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-1147734868232397122006-05-15T18:14:00.000-05:002006-05-15T18:14:00.000-05:00One of my favorite childhood memories is going to ...One of my favorite childhood memories is going to Mr. Dubisson's Hardware and Feed Store in my hometown of Pensacola, FL with my grandfather. I loved this place because of the smell there, and the buckets of bright colored seeds that were in the front window. I'm sure the smell was of different kinds of fertilizers, and there is some recollection or association with ducks or geese there. Another vivid memory of that store was the Coke machine -- you know, the ones where you put in your nickel or dime and have to open the little door and pull the 10 oz. bottle out from the rack? Later he had a floor model, where you could reach in and get your bottle of soda out of the ice water in there.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for reminding me of simpler times, Genevieve. :)Wrkinprogresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11856828776670191811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637018.post-1147537821308241222006-05-13T11:30:00.000-05:002006-05-13T11:30:00.000-05:00Oh, I can smell it too! I used to go out to the gr...Oh, I can smell it too! <BR/>I used to go out to the grain bin on my aunt and uncle's farm with my cousins and "swim" in the corn after harvest. That's one of those childhood joys that would probably be considered "way too dangerous" today. The barn cats always kept patrol. Now and then the girls would manage to tame a kitten or two to play with, but no one messed with the barn cats.Trixiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04405956286050242058noreply@blogger.com