My Grandmother Ethel was the only AVON lady in Twin Falls Idaho for many, many years. I remember her so vivid when I smell such things as the original Skin So Soft oil. Once, a few years back, I spotted Avon selling an old fragrance, one they don’t sell any more but were running the vintage scent for a limited time, so I ordered it because I recalled that bottle as one Grandma Williams had on her oval-mirrored vanity. It was a tall, golden-yellow bottle, slimmer towards the top. It had an orange plastic rendition of a jewel on the bottle-top. Thank goodness for the photograph in the AVON magazine; I wouldn’t have recognized it from the description alone.
When the bottle arrived I couldn’t wait to open it and spray.
Ah, yes! There was Grandma’s scent! The name of that fragrance? Topaz.
And I recall the springtime days of high school, years after Grandma passed, when our AVON lady delivered my order of a lilac-perfumed demi-stick. And Grandma was with me t hen, too. And every year in spring, I receive revived impressions, when I walk past our lilac bush or pat on some Skin So Soft to keep the mosquitoes away, of my Grandma Williams.
It is the same as when I walk through my garden, or anyone’s garden of growing corn or tomatoes on the vine . . . I think of Grandma and Grandpa Stuart. Whhhiffff—-and there they are, beside me.
This post is my response to the Daily Post prompt: Impression
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