Tuesday, 31 March 2009

Charles

Mostly I am not a fan of dealing with the general public. But the other day I was talking to an elderly gentleman and he smelled like soap and old spice. The familiar scent transported me back to some of my favorite childhood days.

Happy days spent in my grandpa's potting shed. Growing herbs from vintage seed packets. Buckets of golf balls that he had collected from all the gardens he looked after that bordered the local golf course. The clattering of old tools and plant pots. Helping me tend my mouse and wild bird grave yard. No creature too small or unworthy of a dignified burial.

He never questioned why I was wearing a flower pot for a hat. Always held the wings of my dress so I didn't fall in the river. Took me to the local pig farm so I could snuggle new born piglets. Built me and my sister a swiss chalet in the garden so we could play house. Never got angry when I followed him around like a little shadow as he Mended things. I know you shouldn't have favorites, but Grampy Charles was mine. He is the reason I will one day have a garden shed all of my own.

Start your own potting shed this summer with antique garden equipment and seeds pictured from Re-found objects, or try Baileys home and garden.

26 comments:

Helen said...

This is such a touching and magical post.

krissy said...

Oh, this is very sweet. What a lovely post. I love it when men smell like Old Spice, too.

Gstar said...

That's beautiful!
I lost my grandpa recently and this has bought a happy tear to my eye remembering all the the good times I had with my grandpops. Thank you x

koralee said...

It's amazing how a scent can bring back memories...i too had a wonderful grandpa that would spend time with me and always tended a garden...thanks for sharing...the memories are flooding back...

shelbyisms. said...

My Dad used to wear the Old Spice that was... I don't know what you'd call it, old fashioned?... and every morning before school I'd go into the bathroom before school when he was shaving and he'd put the brush of soap on my nose.

I like your use of splicing images. It's very pretty.

Cathy said...

I miss gardening with my grandfather, We called him Popeye like the cartoon. I don't know why since noone could ever remember who called him that first. I was his water girl. I would carry the bucket of watch thru the garden with a ladle and water every plant oh so gently. After I finished, I was allowed to go to the creek across the road and take my "bath" with a bar of soap. It was heaven. Your post brought it all back this evening. Thank you.

Stephanie said...

Such beautiful memories. I also love the smell of old spice. It reminds me of my dad. He wears it every Sunday. I am quite fond of it.
You make me wish I had my very own garden shed as well. Such a lovely collection of photos.

~*"*Dia*"*~ said...

You have lovely childhood memories. I miss being a child, not knowning the things I know as a grown up...You know, we (the children in the block where I live) used to have an animal grave too. There I buried my fish :)) Unfortunately for the neighbour living on the ground floor, it was right in front of her window, you can imagine she wasn't very pleased of children burying little dogs, mice and other creatures right there :)). It didn't last too long.

Lobster and swan said...

Thanks for sharing all of you wonderful memories with me. This comment section has been one of my favorites to read : )

carole said...

love your blog - your pictures are so bright and inspiring and modern and gorgeous!

Anonymous said...

I can easily remember the bottle of old spice that sat on my dad's dresser and how I would drink in the smell when he picked me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Both of my grandfather's were gardeners. One of them had a green house up the hill from their house that he would take me to and I remember being in that hot house tending to tomato plants and green beans. The first thing my other grandfather would do upon arriving at our house for dinner was to park his car and then make his way immediately to the vegetable garden in our backyard to see how things were growing. Without thinking of it, I find myself doing the same thing when I visit my friends homes in the summer.

Kristen

A Bun Can Dance said...

Dear Jess, what a lovely post. So evocative and sensitive. Your Grampy sounds as though he was a very special person. Enjoy your memories.
Denise x

Colleen said...

I've been a long time reader of your blog but this is the first time I've commented. I LOVED this post, it brought up so many memories of my Gramps and my childhood with him. He also wears Old Spice (is that the standard fragrance for older men?) and although he didn't have a potting shed, he had a small workshop/toolroom in the basement and I'd love to visit it and look through his things with him. Just reading about your Grampy made me think how really wonderful it is when 2 generations of people, separated by so many years and so much experience, can connect in such a simple and loving way and leave such an impact on one another. I bet you your Grampy loved and treasured those moments with you just as much as you did.

Lovely, lovely post.

blue moss said...

isn't it amazing how a smell can take you right back....

mailday said...

i just fell in love with your grandpa.

Kristin said...

What beautiful memories! I never had a Grandpa and always felt I missed out. Cherish those memories!

sofia barĂ£o said...

so sweet your polaroids with your grandfather. I know how important it is to cherish such memories.

Laura said...

Swoon! What a lovely man your Grampy must have been. Thank you so much for sharing some of your treasured memories with us!

meg manion silliker said...

beautiful memories of your grampy - you made me cry!

Jodi said...

how lovely!

Kelley at My Island Wedding said...

Oh, I'm crying a little bit right now. My potting shed is a modern day discgrace... don't tell anyone.

And I love someone that will still use a shaving mug. How did things leave off with that stranger that smelled so nice?

Rhia said...

Lovely happy memories =)

Francesca said...

such a lovely post and lovely pictures. all my memories of my grandfather are tied up with gardening tools, old string, the vegetable patch etc.

Laura Cameron said...

I had a fave too xo

Nostalgic Nosh said...

I love the feelings and memories scents can bring back. It's a beautiful mechanism.

farmhouse wares said...

This is a sweet post. I love all the little details--they bring the story to life. Love your blog