10.12.09

When snow is part of a memory.
... Walking up to Central Park the following Saturday you would have merged with other overwhelmed city dwellers.Talk became hushed tones. A bitter cold was blowing in. At the band shell Imagine played and a memorial silence obeyed. Afterward, the paper had Yoko saying she had seen John’s face smiling down from the sky. She can see things like that. On the walk home it began to snow and a lightness filled the air...

... You’d remember the night. That day, the snow had started falling and by the time we finished our homework and began our city walkabout it had built up to our ankles. All was quiet as we headed down toward Soho around midnight. Pink snow danced from the sky. Nothing less than magical. Hours later we were numb from the wet cold and exhausted from walking and talking. We headed toward home as the street lights began to fade into morning gold. Ahead of us, a below ground bakery door opened miraculously. Out came a long belt conveying beautiful golden loafs into the back of a
delivery truck. As we neared, the warm savor hit our noses and triggered the saliva thing. Out of the silence we heard someone from below holler up,
“Do they want wheat or white?” ...

24 comments:

  1. right now, I WISH snow was part of a memory! Bbbrrr!

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  2. You transported me! I could even smell that glorious bread. Lovely.

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  3. Wheat snow? I'll try it once... why not? ;)

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  4. "John's face smiling down from the sky"...loved that.

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  5. OMG! I'll have a loaf of tangy San Francisco sourdough, please!

    I remember going one year (a few years back now) to Club Med in the Caribbean. All week I had feasted on glorious freshly-baked bread. On the last night there, the employees of the club were all introduced and received applause. But when the bakers were introduced the place went insane. There was whistling and stomping and cheering and clapping like you've never heard in your life. Thanks so much for invoking that really pleasant and happy memory.

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  6. I love this Jayne. It is all about sensory memories - the smell of baking, the feel of the snow. Such things can transport us across the years. Happy TT to you.

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  7. oh, the smell of fresh bread...i know this is supposed to be about snow but...fresh bread...ah...

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  8. I agree, Yoko can see things like that. Ahh, warm, soft bread on an cold, hard morn. Heaven on Earth.

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  9. Okay; that's it! I'm off to th' bakery ;) And wheat for me( unless it's bulkies ) :P

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  10. I got the tickle of fresh bread in my nostrels, too! Great post!

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  11. nice surprise that..beautiful writing. We have a humongous bakery downtown that smells up the area pretty nicely...it's a great place to go walking with the crowds.

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  12. City living sounds good right now -probably the proximity of freshly baked bread.

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  13. HO HO HO! My friend Otin often talks about the NY area! It is beautiful when I fly over it in my sled! Merry Christmas!

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  14. We were just talking at home about where we were and what we felt when he was killed (I was 10, and a huge Beatles fan).

    This piece is really lovely.

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  15. Leah, Yes, I believe it was one of those handfull of tragedies where you'll always remember where you were...

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  16. the saliva thing.........Ummm I smell bread AGAIN!

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  17. the saliva thing.........Ummm I smell bread AGAIN!

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  18. Memories drift like snowflakes, sometimes making us shiver with delight or in prayer that it would never happen that way again.

    Wonderful post

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  19. I really want to visit Central Park, snow or not. For now, I'll just travel with you vicariously. Freshly baked bread has to be one of the most delicious fragrances.

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  20. this works with all the senses HH, wonderful

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  21. There is an old film from the 60's called "The World of Henry Orient" about two teenage girls stalking a famous composer (played by Peter Sellers) in NYC. It's a valentine to New York, you might enjoy it.

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  22. Oh this is SUCH a fantastic post. I was totally there and loved its ending from the cold and damp to the warmth and smells of fresh loaves. Ahhh. Really great ob for TT here. thanks for posting this.

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