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Ever Get Blasted into the Past?

Photos of my grandma's kitchen

Four pictures of my Grandma’s kitchen. I can remember sitting at that table watching her write her history, complete with photos. Through her I “met” my grandfather who died when my mom was five.

Sometimes I wish for a wormhole back to my Grandma’s house, particularly back to her kitchen. Growing up in a family with five siblings, I loved the old, silence of my grandma’s house. It was quirky, with a mysterious and musty cellar (with a secret room at the back!) and low counters where I could play at being a grownup. (Now I wonder about my grandma’s back!) There was even a special drawer with paper dolls, coloring books and crayons for when let’s pretend got old.

photo of my grandma's aprons

My mom and I were going through my grandma’s cedar chest and found three of her aprons, grandma’s scent still clinging faintly to them. Yes, there was tear or ten.

I’m sometimes surprised at what will sweep me back to that child with that grandma (I had a different experience with my country grandma). It can be the scent of Lily of the Valley or a song (she loved The Sound of Music soundtrack). When I needed a memory-filled house for Mel of Out of Time, I turned to this grandma’s house. Mel sits at the table in the first picture and talks to Jack about why he has come to visit. She is surrounded by kindly family ghosts and so was I while writing the book. I’d like to think my grandma would have liked the story. She was a great reader.

While I was home last week, I drove past the street where Grandma used to live. I almost couldn’t recognize the house and felt a deep longing to buy it and restore it to “grandma ready” once more. At least the house is the same in my memory–and in Out of Time.

Do you ever get blasted into the past by a scent? A song? A flash of a profile in a crowd that reminds you of an old love or old enemy? The angle of a building, perhaps? All comments are entered into my monthly drawing for $20 AnaBanana gift card (April only, will return to $10 for May, so be sure to comment this month!). Winner is announced in the first blog post of the new month.

Perilously and reflectively yours,


Pauline was also blasted into the past when she wrote Relatively Risky, which released the end of March in digital format and will release in print in June. She enjoyed revisiting New Orleans and hopes readers will, too. For more info, including purchase links, I hope you’ll pop over to my website and check it out.

Pauline Baird Jones, author, writer, romantic suspense author, science fiction romance author, steampunk, humor, action adventure

New Orleans. A girl. A guy. Bullets and bad guys. A normal day in the Big UNeasy. Well, what passes for normal…

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