tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443489408690558707.post6155466768261073160..comments2023-05-16T06:05:52.667-07:00Comments on A Light Unto My Path: My Old FriendsA Candle to Read Byhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03581762892452867756noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443489408690558707.post-37389764999049515922012-12-06T05:28:55.311-08:002012-12-06T05:28:55.311-08:00WOW! I love those kind of memories. Isn't it s...WOW! I love those kind of memories. Isn't it something the way certain things like that stay with us? I know you must have felt very grown up! I have heard that the sense of smell is the one that evokes the most memory. I bet if you smelled any of her fragrances, you would be instantly transported back in time.A Candle to Read Byhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03581762892452867756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4443489408690558707.post-72222942958570886712012-12-06T05:21:25.305-08:002012-12-06T05:21:25.305-08:00One of my favorite memories are the visits to my A...One of my favorite memories are the visits to my Aunt Evie's house. Her dresser had a mirror tray with pretty bottles and jars. I loved all those jars and bottles. Surely they were treasure. To the left would be her jewelry box- she would allow me to spritz perfume, put on a little lip stick and where her pearls. My Uncle Estle would then escort me through the house and pull out my chair.B.R.Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16941237172904424142noreply@blogger.com