I was reminded yesterday of the unique link between our olfactory sense and memories. The smell that made me think of this is a relatively recent one; Green Curry from our local Thai Village restaurant. I’ll explain about that one in a minute, but here are some others first. Continue reading “Scents and memories.”
Tag: memories
The lane I love.
OUR FARM LANEThis is the lane at my first home, a hundred acre farm located just a few miles north of the Toronto Zoo.
I’ve always loved that lane and some of the trees are really old. In my Dad’s words, “My grandfather, Ben Diller, told me that when he was twenty years old (he was born in 1864) he and his father dug young saplings from the wood lot. ‘Father planted one side of the lane and I planted the other.’ Doing a little math you can see that the trees are 128 years old.”
Although title to our farm was snatched from my own grandfather by the federal government during widespread expropriation for airport lands in the early ’70s, this hundred acres has not only managed to survive, its outlook is bright. Continue reading “The lane I love.”