With one taste I had
the muscadine memories . . .
A childhood long gone.
Have you ever had a memory brought back to you by a taste or a smell? Yesterday my sister and I saw muscadines and scuppernogs (types of grapes in grown in the Southeastern US), and we decided to buy them. We used to eat them when we would visit our grandparents' houses. They grew in our yard when we lived in Villa Rica, Georgia, tool.
I popped one in my mouth and bit down. The rush of juices and fruity flesh bowled me over. I felt like I was eight again and sitting on the swing at my great grandmother's house waiting for Guy, my great grandfather, to go pick flowers with me in their garden. It was the most powerful, wonderful, achingly sad sensation I have had in a long time.