When I was a child back in the 1960’s, I distinctly remember the unmistakable smell of burning leaves during the fall months. My father would rake leaves into a heaping pile at the end of our driveway. He then lit a match to the pile of leaves, and to the cherry tobacco in his wooden pipe. He would attentively stand next to the burning leaves, smoking his pipe until the last leaf was gone. I was usually sitting on the grass nearby, watching the leaves go up in smoke and talking to my father.
This memory is sheer nostalgia for me. As I recollect this sweet memory, I am moved emotionally. A smile naturally emerges.
I recently read an article in the New York Times, “What Is Nostalgia Good For? Quite a Bit, Research Shows,” that shed some light on these emotions. The article discussed how nostalgia has been found to have real and measurable benefits. Several studies have discovered that people who reminisced about past events gained a sense of belongingness and continuity. Participants in the study reported feeling less lonely or anxious, and gained a more positive mood after reminiscing.
As a personal historian, I’ve seen this happen countless times. One in particular stands out. Some time ago I interviewed a 98-year-old woman from Oakland, California. When I first approached “Fritzi”, I explained that I would love to ask her about her memories of her childhood days.
She pushed back. “Oh, I don’t have any memories of those days,” she complained, and stared blankly at me.
I again gently asked her if we could turn on the recorder and see if any memories would surface. She finally agreed. Near the end of the 15-minute interview, Fritzi had told me about going to the community swimming pool near her home in Portland, Oregon. She was ten years old at the time. She told me that girls were only allowed to swim on Mondays and Wednesdays. Boys were allowed to swim on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Fritzi continued to tell me that she wore a dark blue striped heavy knit bathing suit and that her mother tied her long hair back on the days she went to the pool.
I was shocked at the details that came forth during those 15 minutes.
And to cap it all off, Fritzi pulled out the large family photo album, which she said she had not looked at in many years. She said she wanted to show me pictures of her family. Within a few moments she opened to a page showing a photograph of a very young Fritzi wearing that dark blue striped bathing suit and her hair all pulled back.
After a little while had passed, I asked Fritzi what she thought about being interviewed. She said, “That was fun! I didn’t think I would remember anything but I did.”
She paused for a long moment and with a big smile on her face, she said, “And I loved to swim!”
What are you reminiscing about? What emotions has it brought out in you? Share your experiences with us and we may write about it in a future Reel Tributes Blog post.