"Remembrance of Things Past"

     It must be because summer is ending and fall is in the air. Every time  I walk past the pot of geraniums on the deck, the smell takes me back to my grandmother, and the distinctive odor of the geraniums in the little flower garden outside her kitchen window, where she always sat in her chair by the kitchen table. Of course, the geraniums were only seasonal, but it must have been my first association with them and now every time I see them, I think of Nanny in her house on the hill.  

  Another memory from the past:  Yesterday I did some laundry and as I was folding my  well-worn and dingy

dish towels, I had a vivid memory of my shopping days with Joanne C.  She and her husband had frequent weekend or longer house guests. She loved her house and housekeeping, and it seemed every time we went shopping, often at Boscov's, and she was expecting company, she would delight in picking  out new sets of tea towels, as she called them. 

Ah, memories, what are they good for...