More memeology
Mar. 25th, 2006 05:45 pmBorrowed from
snowgrouse
Sight
The green copper dome of the old Art College on the banks of the Usk in Newport. For more than half of my life it was the first building unique to Newport you saw when coming in to Newport by train from England. It means I am nearly home.
Smell
Christmas pudding boiling or rich Christmas cake baking. They were both made in September and kept until Christmas in my child hood home. It means home again. I can see a pattern forming here. Alternately it would be the smell of bluebells in their thousand in the wood near my home. It means winter is past and summer soon here.
Sound
I honestly can’t think of a sound that makes me go all fluffy. I do go gooey of certain music, Verdi’s Speed your journey ,au fond du temple bas and the green green grass of home can turn me into a weepy mess. But then so can Baa Baa Black sheep sung by baby voices when I’m in the right mood. I pass.
Touch
Animal fur under my hand. The species doesn’t really matter but I’m most familiar with dogs and cats, love in a fur coat both of them.
Taste
Something I will never taste again. The water I would scoop up in my hand from the dingle in the long hot summers of my childhood. Taken from the ‘spout’, where the spring emerged from the mountain it was ice cold, even in the hottest days, crisp and with a taste I would recognise blindfold even today but can’t put words to. I’ll never taste it again because a massive quarry has destroyed my childhood playground.
Sight
The green copper dome of the old Art College on the banks of the Usk in Newport. For more than half of my life it was the first building unique to Newport you saw when coming in to Newport by train from England. It means I am nearly home.
Smell
Christmas pudding boiling or rich Christmas cake baking. They were both made in September and kept until Christmas in my child hood home. It means home again. I can see a pattern forming here. Alternately it would be the smell of bluebells in their thousand in the wood near my home. It means winter is past and summer soon here.
Sound
I honestly can’t think of a sound that makes me go all fluffy. I do go gooey of certain music, Verdi’s Speed your journey ,au fond du temple bas and the green green grass of home can turn me into a weepy mess. But then so can Baa Baa Black sheep sung by baby voices when I’m in the right mood. I pass.
Touch
Animal fur under my hand. The species doesn’t really matter but I’m most familiar with dogs and cats, love in a fur coat both of them.
Taste
Something I will never taste again. The water I would scoop up in my hand from the dingle in the long hot summers of my childhood. Taken from the ‘spout’, where the spring emerged from the mountain it was ice cold, even in the hottest days, crisp and with a taste I would recognise blindfold even today but can’t put words to. I’ll never taste it again because a massive quarry has destroyed my childhood playground.
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Date: 2006-03-25 08:43 pm (UTC)I'm not sure I could do this meme because I'd have a hard job picking one thing for each, except for that one.
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Date: 2006-03-25 10:15 pm (UTC)