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Blazing Prairies and Canning Carrots

Story ID:3681
Written by:Carol J Garriott (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Organization:home/retired
Story type:Family History
Location:Kansas Prairie Kansas USA
Year:1944
Person:Clarence and Ruth McGhee
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Posted 04/06/2008 11:31 by Gail Lee Martin | Reply
The prairie fires were a fearsome sight. You have told it like it was yesterday. Thanks for the memories. I have some wild fire pictures. Your older sister
Posted 04/06/2008 11:44 by Nancy J. Kopp | Reply
Hi Carol--I enjoyed your memories and the way you connected them with the sense of smell. We've all experienced it, but every person has a different set of memory/smells, don't they? I'd never been aware of the controlled burning done here in the Flint Hills until I moved to Kansas. Hard to believe that burning part of the prairie grasses promotes new growth to come up through the blackened top layer. And, oh how lovely a green is that new grass in the spring.
Nancy
Posted 04/07/2008 08:00 by Kristy Duggan | Reply
I enjoyed your story. Thanks for sharing.
Posted 04/06/2008 22:55 | Reply
Enjoyed the Post. I, too, have read about the relived moments with cetain aromas/smells. The smell of damp earth takes me back to Virginia in the springtime; the fragrance of a "Peace" rose and burning leaves in the fall recall my childhood in a company house (no A/C's to keep out the scent); the smell of ham reminds me of the cottonseed mill in the little town of West Monroe. Lilah
Posted 04/06/2008 12:26 by Virginia Allain | Reply
I keep meaning to write about childhood food memories. Maybe I'll get inspired soon.
Posted 04/06/2008 12:40 by Karen Kolavalli | Reply
Wonderful stories--thanks!
Posted 04/07/2008 09:17 | Reply
Hi Carol, the oddest thing happened while I was reading your story (which is great)! A coworker came in to my office & we were talking about the weekend and flowers, and memories. And she said "You know, they say that our strongest memories are associated with smells." I, of course, said "wow, what a coincidence look what I'm reading!"
Posted 04/10/2008 09:40 by Carol J Garriott | Reply
Thanks for commenting, Dawn! There's nothing like writing something tied to the current news. Carol
Posted 04/12/2008 06:39 by Betty (BJ) Roan | Reply
When I smell apple pie baking, I’m back in my mother’s kitchen. She made the best pies. Thanks for the memories. BJ
Posted 06/16/2008 21:37 | Reply
I just remember being in the back of the pickup and dunking the gunny sacks and handing them down. We came back one night about 10pm from Topeka KS and when we topped the hill the whole world below us was on fire as far as you could see. Awesome is the only word for it. Niece Susan