Strangest thing happened the other morning (Thursday), when going through some pictures of our recent 4 day metal detecting adventure at one of our BS Reservations, I started smelling a strong smell of something burning. I was smelling my computer to see if maybe it was over heating. I walked into the hallway and I could smell it there. I proceeded to walk downstairs, thinking my hubby left the stove on again, but the smell stopped just before the stairs. I checked all the bedrooms and bathroom...nothing. As I walked back to my room, I could smell it real strong. I would say it lasted maybe 5 mins (give or take a couple of mins). But this smell was nothing like wires burning, food burning, candles burning, nothing like that...it was like it was campfire smoke!!!
The day we left for our hunt (Friday), that evening, a very good friend passed away. I was so looking forward to telling him about our adventure, as I do after every hunt. He knows this camp like the back of his hand as he's been involved with this camp since the BS's bought it in 1958. He told me where to look, about bldgs locations, a bit of history of the land. We did not find out that he passed until we returned home on Monday. We went to his funeral on Wednesday. He was, I found out, cremated and will be interred at the Naval Academy with his wife, who passed away 6 months prior.
I would like to think Si came by to see the pics, since I could not talk to him about the hunt. I think the campfire smoke was the connection with him, being a Boy Scout for 70 years and the reservation was, as everyone joked, his backyard!
Like many years ago, when things weren't so good in my life, I would get the smell of my Nani's apt building. She had lived in the heart of NYC. Her building was very old and had that old antique smell. I always loved going to my Nani's, I felt so secure and she was my best friend. I always felt that smell was her way of letting me know she was there for me and not to worry. I have not smelt that smell in years, so I guess things have been good.
And after my mother passed, I would get the smell of Gardenia's, her fav flower.
Isn't it funny how we get smells that remind us of people who touched our lives? Has anyone else experienced anything like this? These smells come out of nowhere!!!