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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Uncles/Aunts (04/17/08)

TITLE: The Smell of Love
By Wanda Draus


Its funny how a certain smell, a certain song, or a warm breeze will take you right back to a memory that happened years ago; but its remembrance is as fresh as the morning. You can hear a song on the radio or feel the warmth of a summer day, close your eyes, and it will instantly bring you to the tenderness of that first kiss or the excitement of that first love. You can be going along your daily routine when out of nowhere you walk past a bakery and smell the sweet aroma of cinnamon. You are delightfully transported back to laughter, love, and the smell and taste of cinnamon rolls.

Mom called from the bedroom, “you kids better get up we have to be by Auntie Bet’s in an hour.” I laid there smiling; I could already taste the cinnamon rolls hot in the oven. It was a tradition to go by Auntie Bet and Uncle Leon’s once a month for breakfast before church. The main course; hot delicious cinnamon rolls. A recipe handed down from my grandma made from scratch, made from love.

Mom never had to call us twice on that Sunday. We were up, dressed, and in the car. It made her laugh because she knew it was all about the cinnamon rolls. I would run in kiss my auntie and uncle, grab a napkin and a roll, and head out to the back porch swing. Swinging on that old porch swing looking straight ahead you could see acres of cotton. Depending on the time of year, it was either planted, chopped, or ready to be picked. Off to the side was a huge oak tree with a rope and tire attached to one of its huge sturdy branches, so my brothers could swing. That’s where you would find Max and Joe. One would be standing on the tire and the other sitting in the circle; the porch swing was just to sissy for them.

Little while later everyone would come out on the porch, some sitting on white wicker chairs with flowered cushions and others just sitting on the steps. Sometimes we sang, sometimes we prayed for people in need, and sometimes we just said nothing and enjoyed the cinnamon rolls and the breeze.

Years later it became less about the cinnamon rolls and more about the love that my Auntie Bet and Uncle Leon had for all of us kids. We learned many lessons and heard many stories and witnessed many answered prayers sitting on that back porch of my auntie and uncle. Just a simple tradition, just a simple act of love that has given me one of my happiest memories.

I live in a big city now and hustle to make all my deadlines and advance my career. But I have been thinking lately I should dig out that wonderful recipe that Auntie Bet left for me and start having my nieces and nephews over once a month. Of course the scenery will be a little different but the cinnamon rolls, the love, the prayers, and the laughter will all be the same.

I thank my God for every remembrance of you. Philippians 1:3 (KJV)

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Tessy Fuller04/24/08
I really enjoyed this a lot. My husband and I are always talking about how different smells conjure up memories. It captures not only a funny little quirk of life - like different smells triggering memories, but it also warms your heart at the beautiful tradition that was shared. Although, it did leave me with a craving for cinnamon rolls.
Julie Paulsen04/24/08
Great reminder of the simple gestures in life that leave a lasting impact.

I like your scripture reference at the end. It fits well.
Debbie Roome 04/25/08
A lovely, heart-warming story.
Joanne Sher 04/26/08
Great title, and wonderful descriptions. This was a lovely, enjoyable read.
Myrna Noyes05/01/08
Very nice entry, and I congratulate you on your "Highly Commended" placement! What wonderful memories certain smells can conjure up! :)

I would recommend reading your stories through before submitting to catch a few punctuation and spelling mistakes, but still your story came through clearly. I liked your ending, too!
Sheri Gordon05/01/08
Congratulations on your Highly Commended. This is a really nice walk down memory lane. And now I'm craving a cinammon roll. :)