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.
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.
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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.
ReplyDeleteVery evocative. I love the orange bricks. This could be a street in London.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your memories!I'm always enchanted by your stories!
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Léia
Oh, Birdman, memories stimulated by the sense of smell are often so rich. This one is no exception. An excellent post, sir.
ReplyDeleteThe 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!
ReplyDeleteI 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 . . .
ReplyDeleteGreat color and memory. I remember well those chilly mornings on my paper route and being chase by dogs on my bike.
ReplyDeleteTypical and lovely!
ReplyDeletelovely image and a wonderful walk down memory lane!
ReplyDeleteA 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.
ReplyDeleteBises,
Genie
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.
ReplyDeletePeople wouldn't let their kid out at 5 am these days let alone wandering in some old building! Another great story.
ReplyDeleteWarm memories of times past. I wonder if you enjoyed your paper route as much then as you enjoy remembering it now. 5am is early!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this walk down memory lane. Happy 4th of July Birdman.
ReplyDeleteI always wonder about the apartments on the second floor, above the shops. They seem cozy and mysterious.
ReplyDeleteLoved this story.
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