http://robertgerardhunt.com/2010/01/15/reminiscents/ Stories. Commentary. Endorphins. Updated every Friday. Mon, 26 Jul 2010 03:00:08 -0400 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 http://robertgerardhunt.com/2010/01/15/reminiscents/comment-page-1/#comment-175 Robert Gerard Hunt Fri, 29 Jan 2010 23:49:39 +0000 http://robertgerardhunt.com/?p=294#comment-175 Thanks for the memories, Chris! If I remember correctly, it was Diane who gave me the gyroscope. But then, I've found that my recollection is sometimes less than reliable. I write 'em as I remember 'em! Thanks for the memories, Chris! If I remember correctly, it was Diane who gave me the gyroscope. But then, I’ve found that my recollection is sometimes less than reliable. I write ‘em as I remember ‘em!

]]> http://robertgerardhunt.com/2010/01/15/reminiscents/comment-page-1/#comment-169 Christine Hunt Rodabaugh Fri, 29 Jan 2010 05:08:36 +0000 http://robertgerardhunt.com/?p=294#comment-169 Suntan lotion smell always transports me back to long, long Summers being free from coats, wearing light clothing, shorts and being out in the sun for hours, freedom at its finest -the smell of the ocean is intoxicating to me-immediately transports my body to a tranquil place-I get all relaxed like I've just walked into the most welcoming place on earth-the smell of new crayons takes me back to the living room floor on Ashton Ave. where I'm coloring a Cinderella coloring book with a large box of new crayons, munching on candy Grandma LeProwse has brought home after a hair appointment downtown and I smell Chanel No. 5 perfume mingling with the crayon smell-a very vivid memory -btw, was the gyroscope from me? Suntan lotion smell always transports me back to long, long Summers being free from coats, wearing light clothing, shorts and being out in the sun for hours, freedom at its finest -the smell of the ocean is intoxicating to me-immediately transports my body to a tranquil place-I get all relaxed like I’ve just walked into the most welcoming place on earth-the smell of new crayons takes me back to the living room floor on Ashton Ave. where I’m coloring a Cinderella coloring book with a large box of new crayons, munching on candy Grandma LeProwse has brought home after a hair appointment downtown and I smell Chanel No. 5 perfume mingling with the crayon smell-a very vivid memory -btw, was the gyroscope from me?

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