The mind’s nostalgia reel is powerful when the film projector’s light flashes and bounces off the wall. There are no showtimes set in stone or advance warning.
I reminisce about childhood toys or old memories not because I want to dwell on the past, but the yearning to honor it.
I love memoirs and antique stores for that reason. Remembering a time when life was less of a sticky mess or no pressures to be someone or something that I can’t be.
My siblings and I are incredibly sentimental. We annoy everyone around us with our constant quoting movie lines.
The other day my brother Nathan texted me about coming over for Christmas. We proceeded to text lines from “A Very Brady Christmas” and we weren’t even discussing it. It is crazy the way the mind makes connections and moves on to a new subject in rapid fire.
The other day a person mentioned collecting toys from childhood and products from that time. Immediately I tried to remember things my family used. The first flash was of Rave Hairspray. The stinky smell and the hard locks of hair that didn’t move even if in a hurricane.
My thinking went to me as a child with my head in the kitchen sink. Mom was scrubbing my hair and Palmolive dish soap as shampoo (no dish pan hands Marge).
I could feel her jagged finger nails scratching my scalp and the suds stinging my eyes red. “I’m going wash that grain right out of your hair,” she sung as she scrubbed and rinsed my hair. The water spilled on the back of my Care Bear shirt. Then she took a brush and yanked and pulled at wet snarly brown strands of hair.
The same person from the other day mentioned Stretch Monster from the 70s. I couldn’t figure out what the was so I Googled it and found a snake, a green monster and Stretch Armstrong.
My brain jolted and I remembered playing barbie with a little friend. We didn’t have enough Ken Dolls and Barbie needed a date. I glanced over and noticed a stocky toy with flabby arms and yellow hair. His skin was shiny and rubbery. So he took Barbie for their picnic date.
Barbie…My favorite barbie was Perfume Whitney (1987). I circled it in the Sears Christmas catalog in red ink. Whitney was a brunette and wore a powder blue ruffled dress. Her makeup complimented her soft facial features. She didn’t show off a toothy grin, which made her appear reserved. The locket in the box was for me to wear and has perfume scented gloss in it. I was one happy girl to get her on Christmas when I was 8-years-old.
The mind is like a photo book filled with snap shots of life at it’s best and worst. The pictures change depending on what is going on and what sets off a memory.