The smell that hit my nose when I opened a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts last week sent me on a hopscotch trip back to my days of ponytails, patten leather shoes, itchy can-cans and car rides. Krispy Kremes don’t go that far back, but the aroma of a scrumptious glazed doughnut is universal.
Time travel exists! That experience whisked me back to scenes from my first decade of life, scenes all the more vivid due to my strong feelings associated with them. (I am blessed they were positive feelings rather than scary, traumatic ones).
What was responsible for this time travel? My nose! When we sniff a smell, information from that smell travels through more of the brain than info from the other senses does. This means memories triggered by smells are stronger and a bit more accurate perhaps.
Dad loved to get them some Sunday mornings. If I was already dressed for church, I went along, standing up in the back floorboard of that big black Chevy holding on to a looped cloth handle. We stood in line just long enough that I probably made those sitting by me in Sunday school yearn for a sweet treat.
Once in a great while my parents would have a lapse of some kind and we would eat our doughnuts on the way to church, washing it all down with a tiny carton of chocolate milk. Once in a greater while we would be eating our doughnuts as we played hooky, all dressed up in our Sunday best to go see older relatives south of St.Louis.
While on this time trip. a nostalgic mood hit for the doughnut shop we used to have here in town at Hillcrest Plaza. Getting there to find a seat and enjoy the sweet breakfast before school required strategic planning.
Hmm…maybe I would not have had such a time learning times tables if my third grade teacher had made doughnuts a part of the lesson plan!