Sunday, July 3, 2011

Six Links

It always had the aroma, the smell if you will. In the neighborhood, it was called Six Links, and I'm sure it had something to do with the number of units facing the street of this brick apartment building at Morrill's Corner. It was one of my early morning stops delivering papers. As I remember, I only dropped papers at four doors, but had to make the trip up the long set of stairs and two sets of hallways. At 5 AM, the radiators were banging away and little elderly ladies were peeking out of their doorways, checking out who was walking the halls at this hour. It was so warm up there, almost too warm with peculiar smells coming from under doors. Most of the units had a least two rooms, a kitchen area/dining room and a bedroom. I always wished it was my last stop, so I might linger longer in the warmth on those Maine winter mornings.

16 comments:

  1. Yes I agree Birdman, laundrettes do have a very distinctive smell, when we lived in the UK before coming out to Australia, every Saturday morning we would take our weeks washing to the town laundrette and leave it with a lady who would have it all clean and folded for us coming back. You do evoke memories for us all Birdman. Have a great Sunday.

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  2. Very evocative. I love the orange bricks. This could be a street in London.

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  3. Thanks for sharing your memories!I'm always enchanted by your stories!
    Happy Sunday
    Léia

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  4. Oh, Birdman, memories stimulated by the sense of smell are often so rich. This one is no exception. An excellent post, sir.

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  5. The colour of the building is deep and rich. Your stories often provoke our own memories, which is so enjoyable. Happy Fourth of July! May you have a great week-end!

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  6. I must not have a good sense of smell as not many memories are linked to them. Those 'old ladies' might be happy to know you remembered them. They probably wondered what happened to you . . .

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  7. Great color and memory. I remember well those chilly mornings on my paper route and being chase by dogs on my bike.

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  8. lovely image and a wonderful walk down memory lane!

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  9. A paper route by bike. I don't know that we hear of that much any more, but what a wonderful memory of times past. Your descriptions are as rich as your photos.

    Bises,
    Genie

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  10. Indeed, smells bring back memories like few other things. When I was stationed in Iceland, I'll never forget the smell of fish heads being burned by the local fisherman. Yuck.

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  11. People wouldn't let their kid out at 5 am these days let alone wandering in some old building! Another great story.

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  12. Warm memories of times past. I wonder if you enjoyed your paper route as much then as you enjoy remembering it now. 5am is early!

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  13. Thanks for sharing this walk down memory lane. Happy 4th of July Birdman.

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  14. I always wonder about the apartments on the second floor, above the shops. They seem cozy and mysterious.

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