*Certain cooking odors of dishes similar to ones my mother no longer makes--oven-fried chicken, porcupine meatballs, hamburger gravy (over mashed potatoes).
*Steak grilling--I'm right back at my favorite York steak house for my 12-13-14th birthday dinner.
*My dad's Old Spice and grandfather's pipe tobacco
*Model cement (no sniffing!)--building an Aurora or Fundimensions kit.
*Sewing-machine oil--Mom sewing me a costume or toy clothes.
*Freshly-tarred road--we would hit it on a hot summer day and pop the tar bubbles with our toes before the gravel was laid. Then we had to clean our feet with gasoline, and my father would grouse about not having enough gas to mow.
And later--now--my Mego tote has bags of hundreds of sorted vintage parts and a sort of musty/plasticky smell which I associate with classic Mego and all the happiness those toys have brought me over decades.
*Steak grilling--I'm right back at my favorite York steak house for my 12-13-14th birthday dinner.
*My dad's Old Spice and grandfather's pipe tobacco
*Model cement (no sniffing!)--building an Aurora or Fundimensions kit.
*Sewing-machine oil--Mom sewing me a costume or toy clothes.
*Freshly-tarred road--we would hit it on a hot summer day and pop the tar bubbles with our toes before the gravel was laid. Then we had to clean our feet with gasoline, and my father would grouse about not having enough gas to mow.
And later--now--my Mego tote has bags of hundreds of sorted vintage parts and a sort of musty/plasticky smell which I associate with classic Mego and all the happiness those toys have brought me over decades.
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