Again with my nose...

So you know how scent is a huge memory trigger? Well, apparently my Grandmother used Palmolive dish soap. I just bought a bottle of it in a "new" scent, but I swear that scent is at least 25 years old. The first time I squirted some out, and every time since, I have been swallowed up by memories of my grandmother. I love it. I am transported back to her little kitchen in her trailer, the dish pan full of hot soapy water. You know also how you enjoy helping more as a kid when you're not in your own home? I remember enjoying helping with the dishes at Grandma's house, looking out the window over the sink to the shady side yard bordered by the stone wall. And when I think of that side yard, I think of Grandma sitting out there in a lawn chair, flyswatter at her side, visiting with company and giving them a tour of her flowerbeds. I miss Grandma.