Today I am thinking about memories or rather things that inspire me to remember memories. It could be that today feels particularly poignant as we spotted the first conkers from our famous local conker tree on the ground on the way home from the school run. It could be the gold and reds of the leaves and that strange feeling that comes with a cold yet sunny autumn day with a bright blue sky.
They say nostalgia is the taste of food you ate in childhood, which is quite poetic and more than a little true – but it’s also the music you heard, the TV programmes you watched, the rituals you observed, the ornaments your mother favoured. For me it could be something as simple as the smell of a Sunday Roast – or even Sunday night TV.
As I watch the boys grow up (far too fast) I wonder what they will think of fondly when they are older. They will, in fact they do experience things differently to how I did when I was their age, mainly because the world has changed. Will they see fluffy socks and “proper” PJs and think of our fun movie PJ days? Will they smell rosemary and think of fun times in our garden? I’d love to know!
Memories help us see the past too, as people share their memories of days gone past. I adore family history, indeed anything related to history because I love the idea of things having been different once and wondering how much more different they really were.
This peek into the past was inspired by a new survey conducted by Betta Living, that shows how childhood memories across the UK are influenced by geographical location. Make sure you have a nosy.
*This post was written in collaboration with the mentioned business yet is true to my own thoughts, feelings and experiences.
