:: freshly mowed grass mingling with Dad's sweat (which never really stank) on a Saturday afternoon.
:: the ever constant Dutch Cleanser sprinkled over the sink, tub, and toilet.
:: Desitin smeared on raw, red baby bums.
:: number 2 pencil erasers (used ever so frequently) in Northridge elementary school math class.
:: gingerbread boys and girls at Christmas time.
:: peanut butter in the lunch box.
:: Mom's White Shoulders drifting in the air when she'd get all dolled up.
:: Brute aftershave while laying on the floor on Dad's outstretched arm when we'd "make plans".
:: the lilac bush in springtime.
:: Tide lingering on clean, fresh towels.
:: the mixture of pot roast, rose potpourri, and Grandpa's cigs on entering Grandma Fay's house.
:: Carmex on my (oh, so frequent) oozing, blistering, swollen lips.
:: Lemon Pledge on the grease rag. My job to "grease the table" after every meal.
:: "pumpkin guts" when we'd carve the Jack-O-Lanterns.
:: Baby Magic rub downs after the little kid's baths.
:: a big old pot of Jambalaya on the stove and buttery biscuits coming out of the oven at Momo's.
:: Chapstick and mint Tic-Tacs in Dad's pocket.
:: a freshly cut Christmas tree in the front room.
:: grits and eggs on weekend mornings or special birthday breakfast request.
:: fresh bread baking when walking in the door after school.