Music, Scents and Memories

Hey Neighbor!

Welcome back to THE NEIGHBORHOOD!  This week’s story is about memories and what makes them come to forefronts of our minds.

I am working my morning shift at Levain Bakery and a song from my childhood comes on the radio.  

It’s a Backstreet Boys hit and I can still remember every lyric, as well as all of the music video choreography.  It amazes me how things can be tucked into memory and it all comes rushing back in an instant. 

Music and scents are memory triggers for me.  

Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. 

A classic childhood lunch item.  The second I smell it now, I’m instantly transported back to my preschool. 

I can picture the playground equipment that we would play on after lunch.  I remember my Dad picking me up after school and taking me to the gas station across the street for a push-up pop.  

Cold brew. 

I make it everyday at work.  The second I smell it, my memory triggers the early days at the Harlem or 74th street locations. 

I remember early morning opening tasks. I met dear friends and fell in love with a wonderful company during those days.  

Music has the same effect for me. 

I moved to NYC in the fall of 2008.  Britney Spears’ Circus album and Beyoncé’s Sasha Fierce album were part of my go-to soundtrack during that time.  I remember my first job here at a craft studio on the Upper East Side, where I helped run children’s birthday parties.  The kids could pick songs for the playlist during their party, and “Womanizer,” “Circus,” and “Single Ladies” were always included.  I loved those songs. They became my anthems of independence.

When I hear the songs now, I am instantly transported back to those days.  I remember the thrill of moving to New York City. 

I am finally living here. 

“I’ve made it.” 

Music and scents bring up memories of pre-show rituals in the dressing room, road trips, movie scenes and pivotal periods of my life. My senses allow me to experience life in the present and also bring me back to my past.

What a gift. 

Okay, Neighbor, it’s your turn.  Do you have any songs that make you think of a specific memory?  Any smells or even noises?  

I look forward to hearing your stories.  

I’ve Got You in My Pocket,

Jackie Ostick