Have you ever noticed how our senses can affect our memories?
A certain smell, a song, the texture of an old worn quilt, seeing a certain color or object, they all can seem to connect us to something that may not be right in front of us.
Yesterday, we went to Pensacola to the National Naval Aviation Museum. I’d heard really great things about it and they were right on! That place is so amazing.
We were wandering about, looking at all the planes, playing with the interactive displays, climbing in and out of pilot seats, when I spotted my now favorite part of the museum.
It’s a miniature version of what a Main Street would have resembled in 1943. There is a general store, a few shops, and a house with windows and a front porch that looked really welcoming.
The first step in leads to a living room with a fireplace, complete with pictures on the mantle.
I stood there a second, taking in the room, when I saw the couch. Instantly, it was almost like I was transported back to my great grandpa’s house in Iowa many years ago.
That hit me pretty sideways, I mean, I wasn’t even thinking about him. He’s been gone 30 years. His house was torn down. Yet none of that seemed to matter when I saw that room, that couch.
A gift out of the blue on a Monday afternoon. You can probably imagine the smile that spread across my face then and is still on my face.
Right now I am standing ankle high in the Mississippi Sound reflecting the first few days of our trip so far and watching my kiddo swim.
A dolphin just swam by! A beautiful, majestic dolphin! Well, I am standing in its home, so it’s believable I guess.
But, Iowa via Florida? Umm… Not really. :)