Impatient1's Blog

Scent
Date: Jun 22nd, 2006 7:21:16 pm - Subscribe
Mood: different
What do you want?: a Smokew and a Soda

Today at work I had the weirdest experience, it made me kind of sad and happy at the same time. We had to finish the rest of our OSHA 10 (safety) training today, but when we were done with that we moved on to learning about all the different hand tools. We went down to the shop and got to use chisels, metal cutters, regular hand saws, our hammers, and carpentry saws. I had a blast.

When we had about an hour left before our day was over John and Mike had us clean up and head back up into the classroom to watch a movie about the construction of the St.Louis Arc. John put the movie in, and I put my head in my hand to watch; Then it happened. I've known that smell ever since I was little and I hugged my grandfather for the very first time. I always associated that smell with him, because it what he ALWAYS smelled like. It's the smell of work; of wood and metal, sweat and oil, and dirt. Sitting there in my chair before I realized that it was my hands that smelled that way I thought I had lost my mind.

Smell is a very interesting sense. People often associate certain smells with some of their memories. My memory of my grandfather will always have that smell with it, and I love that smell because of him. It was just the creepiest feeling ever, and at the same time the most satisfying to realize:

My hands smell like my grandfather's hands used to; like work, like pride.
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