Yesterday I finished up my container of Jergens Lotion. It was the kind with Shea Butter, super good for dry skin and has a nice scent. It’s a large container as you can see, and I’ve used it for a long time.
When I reached under the sink to see what else was there, I pulled out the Jergens with the original scent. I slathered it on my legs and arms.
And I was instantly back in my mother’s bathroom. Now she’s been gone for over 14 years, but that scent said MOTHER in all capital letters. My mother was never a “little old lady.” In fact, when she was in the retirement center, she worried about the “little old ladies” who didn’t have someone to speak up for them.
Isn’t it interesting how an aroma or scent can do that? Old Spice makes me think of my father. The…
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