April 24, 2007

Park Road

I’m not sure what house it is anymore. It’s funny that I think it is on the south side of the street. I’ve never located it on a satellite photo. Satellite photos were science fiction the last time I was there.

But I can still smell my grandparents’ house. I don’t know how old I was the last time I was there. When I was young, they both were retired and moved to the Cape, leaving Park Road forever. Thirty years or so ago.

I guess old houses have a smell. It must be in the wood, or in the horsehair plaster. And when the weather outside hits the high 60’s and stays there for a time, the warming house and the fresh air coming through the newly-opened windows introduce a completely different atmosphere.

My daughter said it smells like summer, but it’s not the smell of summer from the 70’s house I grew up in. This is an old house smell that I remember from my grandparents’ old house. It was one of the things that attracted me to this house we live in now. Something I remembered from my childhood.

In the intervening years, I have added plenty of adult memories from the summers spent in this house. It’s an uplifting feeling that accompanies that smell. But what impresses me more is that whether you like it or not, certain smells are going to make you feel something.

I am looking at the satellite photo. I don’t remember which house it is on Park Road and I can’t see from this distance. I can’t see it, but I can still feel it.

Posted by James at April 24, 2007 12:31 AM
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