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Echoes of eternity - Words of Joy
It’s strange what triggers the memory. Sights, sounds and scents combine to transport us back in time. Years melt away and we are reliving heady days of youth, or revisiting childhood. It doesn’t take much to make us feel we are young again, maybe remembering our parents’ influence. I remember my mother most in terms of how she displayed and conveyed the essence of womanhood to me; a message I saw and absorbed unconsciously. Alongside her inevitable scent of ‘Tweed’ perfume, there was a fragrance of femininity, odour of powder and paint to make a body and face more appealing.