It’s been almost 46 years since my Dad died. Pictures, of course, will always stir recollections, but other senses can also bring memories into sudden, sharp focus.
Dad worked for the Canadian National Railway as a welder.
In the summers, the railroad “gang” of ten sometimes worked in one location for an extended period of time. When this happened, my siblings and I often tented along side our Dads. Our family had a big old canvas tent, the kind with a pole in the centre.
For us children it was an exciting adventure…for Mom, probably not so much considering the work it would have involved!
The point is that the smell of a railroad track immediately makes me think of Dad, and those happy times.
Hearing, as in songs, is well recognized as a memory trigger. There are two songs, that for me, always conjure up my Dad. The first is the Red River Jig, which I’ve talked about previously.
The other is an old tune called Cruising Down the River, which Dad used to sing to me when I was a child, changing the words to “with my Jackie by my side.” You can listen to the song here.
On my wedding day, we danced to that tune. I can’t find the picture of us dancing though.