Mentholatum. She applies it to her temples and under her nose every night before immediatley dozing off. When I was a young child, I would snuggle up with her in bed, while she would read countless children books to me and dazzle me with her many stories that I had heard many times before. She was Super Grandma-swinging with me on the swingset, pushing me in the stroller, always playing with me, rocking me to sleep every night, and being my idol; she could do no wrong. Now, I get to experience new sides to "Super Grandma". I get to experience her wise wisdom and good sense of humor. I also realize that she is not perfect, and that makes me love her even more.
I do, however, sometimes miss those old days...
A faint smell of mentholatum in the air- takes me back.
What takes you back?