Where I get most nostaligic...

If there is one thing that will transport me to another place and time it is smells.  Scents.  And while there are many that can make me think lovingly about Grandma, there is but one tried and true scent.  The smell of Palmolive dish soap.  The green bottle.  Nothing fancy, just green Palmolive dish soap.  And while this may have been a choice for Grandpa to purchase (as I think he probably did most of the dishes), it makes me think of Grandma. 

I was told not to long ago that the best grease removal technique for your laundry was to use a small amount of green Palmolive and a tooth brush.  Careful rub it into the grease spot and then wash normally and it comes out.  I tried the method and it works wonders.  I have purchase many a bottle of dish soap just to keep next to my washing machine. Brian teases that it is because it works and because it smells like Grandma's house.  Both are true.  It helps to lighten my ever growing load of never ending laundry to be reminded of great times, usually unassuming times, with Grandma and Grandpa. 

Just last night as I was folding a load of laundry, one that was treated with Palmolive, I was reminded of Grandma's candle warmer.  Do you remember it?  Did it look similar to this?  I think it was just like this only instead of white shade, it was a flower.  Pink, if memory serves me.  Is this accurate?  Or have I lost my mind completely.  All the same.  Pleasant thoughts of My Virgie invaded my laundry folding chore, and as always, it was very welcome and brought a smile to my face. 

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