Memories

Isn't it funny how a song, a sound or a smell can throw you back in time faster than any time machine ever imagined? Not too long ago, I dropped my car off at the local tire shop to be serviced. They were kind enough to give me a ride to work. I opened the door of 90's model Ford Pickup truck and the smell of cigar smoke came waifting out. As the engine started the radio began to play the local am country station. I closed my eyes and for a brief moment I was heading to the stockyards with my papaw. The smell of diesel sends me back to the bus depot where I waited so many times as a child to see my daddy come pulling up in an eagle bus. Oh how proud I was. That was MY daddy driving that big bus! Just last week, I sad outside in the early morning. Between the humidity in the air, the rooster crowing and the chickens clucking, it almost felt as though I was at mam-maw's waiting for breakfast to be ready. Ah... thank heavens for precious precious memories!