Smell memories

[Nell]

OOOh firelighters Yes!! all white and smooth and yummy smelling (ok getting carried away) Ive got a weird thing about touch- when i got my easter egg this year i just sort of touched it and licked it for about an hour- Oh god, what am i saying!!! Please dont ban me

[Margaret Pilkington]

Oh...I remember Tippings...and Blowers on Church St.......they used to put fresh sawdust down in a morning and it smelled lovely....they used to do ground coffee too and it was put into blue sugar paper bags......and they used to have glass topped biscuit tins so that you could choose which biscuits you had in your half a pound of 'mixed' biscuits.

[Doug]

I loved going into Woolworths and hanging around the loose biscuit stalls and cake stalls on a Saturday morning, sniffing that sweet air filled with everything you could desire.

[katex]

Originally Posted by Doug

I loved going into Woolworths and hanging around the loose biscuit stalls and cake stalls on a Saturday morning, sniffing that sweet air filled with everything you could desire.

Aaaah, felt there was a big softy in there somewhere Doug.

[Alan Gilmartin]

All those Heavanly smells coming out of , Varley's , Arnfields, Youngs, Brady's, Bakerie's Whalley Rd Top end of Clayton, and the Chip Shops, Doras,Whalley Rd, Pillings, Burnley Rd, Grimshaws, Blackburn Rd, Hackings, Whalley Rd and one next door to the top Club, cant remember the name and hot buttered pies on a Friday .

[ANNE]

The same has Granny for me it's the smell of johnson's baby products and a just bathed baby.

[Wynonie Harris]

The smell of raw bacon...one whiff and I'm five years old and standing in Redmans with my mum looking at the rather imposing gentleman with the moustache who was the custodian of the bacon slicer at the back of the shop.

[Margaret Pilkington]

As everyone knows, today has been roasting hot....I had some letters to post....I walked down the street and could smell the pungent aroma of 'gas' tar.....it brought back so many memories.....bursting the fat shiny bubbles between the cobbles with a lolly stick.....trying to get a big ball to roll in our hands and invariably getting it onto my clothes.......or even worse, my hair.
My mother would spend time getting it out of my clothes but she would just take the scissors to my hair and I ended up looking like an urchin.......aaaah days of innocence, alas now long gone!

[West Ender]

I love the smell of fresh fish, always have. As a child I used to love walking through the fish market just sniffing the fumes. When I lived in Whitby, in the late 60s, it was a delight to walk along the fish-quay early in the morning and just take in the smell of the catch.

The smell of new-mown hay also puts me on an instant nostalgia trip - right back to the days when all the children in the neighbourhood used to help the local farmer get the hay in, long before the days of combines and bailing.