Sour Beer and Apple Pie

Smells, like songs, take us back to a particular place and time. Amazing how important smell is to our quality of life. I can’t imagine life without smell. The good, the bad, and the foul smells all are part of life. As I think back through my childhood there are many smells that trigger memories. One in particular is the smell of souring beer in empty bottles in my friend Little Henry’s basement. We would pass through from time to time and go past a partial case waiting to be returned for money or exchanged. I never forgot that sour smell and to this day I have no desire to even taste a beer!

Sour Beer and Apple Pie  (Childhood Details)

Smells like songs takes me back

Calling up forgotten files in my brain

Bringing up times gone by

Two little boys running through his basement

Case of fermenting bottles on the floor by the door

Carling Black Label his dad’s beer of choice

Waiting to be returned for an exchange fee

The smell of dirt under the back porch

Powdery dry never feeling rain

Freshly plowed ground turned over each spring

Disked fine and ready for garden planting

Wafting from the chicken house

Ammonia strong enough to clear a head cold

Even stronger when it came time to clean the floors

Fresh sheets with fabric softener windblown dry

On long clothes lines stretched like cobwebs

Across the back our yard

Fresh alfalfa hay lying lifeless in the field

A unique aroma when baled and stacked in the barn

Coal in the mine damp and dank

Waiting to be dug and hauled to the surface

Creating sharp and acrid smells when turned to ashes

Coke ovens belching out untamed gasses

Gray black clouds rising into the sky day and night

Creating acid rain and burning our eyes

Dropping soot on the roof as water runs into our cistern

The earthy smell of wet clay squishing between my fingers

Shaped into bowls or creatures unknown

Fresh out of the oven Mom’s homemade apple pie

Making me salivate like Pavlov’s dogs

Apples sweet and sour rotting on the ground under the tree

Drawing bees and wasps to savor the fermented juices

Yeasty smell cutting into a fresh loaf of bread

Still warm soft as a memory foam pillow

Spread with fresh yellow homemade butter

Purple lilacs blooming on the bush each spring

Better smell than any fifty-dollar perfume from Paris

Smells from the trash we burned in the back yard

Out next to the pit hole where cans and bottles died

Fresh green mint tea leaves pulled from the stalk

Brewed into iced tea sweet and refreshing

A one of a kind smell the outhouse at church and school

Stinky stalactites building rain and paper decorate them

Hot scalded chickens ready for picking in the back yard

Burnt singed hair burning off of bare chickens in the flame

Smells of the locker room after gym class at High School

Baskets of sweaty gym shorts tee shirts and a jock strap

That new car smell brought home for the first time

From Fike Cheverolet in Masontown

Smells are so important in our experience of living

Without them life would be not nearly as pleasant

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Beer Ad Photo: Bing Clip Art

Pie Photos: ipkitten@blogspot.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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