The Memory of Sounds

You know what I mean, right?

You hear a song that you haven’t heard for years, and it takes you back to that time.

Much like smelling something that reminds you of someone, or somewhere.

It’s amazing what a sound can remind you of.

One of my favourites is hearing bagpipes.

See, when I was wee, I lived in a place called Dunoon.

It’s on the West Coast of Scotland, and every year, the last weekend of August, they host the Cowal Games.

Pipe bands come from all over to compete.

The main street is closed off, and it’s a HUGE deal.

The ferries are packed, and it’s impossible to *not* be part of the hype.

Living where I do now, I hear one of the schools’ pipe bands every so often, and it takes me back to when I was that little girl.

I remember sitting in a hot classroom on the friday afternoon of that weekend, the windows open and the excitement in that room building with anticipation as we listened to the pipes from the stadium.

I remember the leaders of each band throwing their huge ornately decorated batons up so high in the air as they walked their band down the high street.

In fact, I remember once my dad having to pull me back from the crowd to stop a badly thrown one nearly hitting me square on the head!

I remember the smell of the fish and chips from Church Street, which was on a side street perfectly in the centre of the main courseway.

The cool air in the evenings watching the fireworks from our porch when I was too small to want to be so close to the excruciatingly loud bangs.

Then when I was older, going to the pier to stand and watch them light up – everyone cheering and smiling with our breathe visible (it may have been August, but we were on the banks of the Clyde, and it still got cold at night!)

I remember the times when it poured with rain the whole weekend, but that didn’t stop anyone turning up.

The streets were flocked with people bustling by, trying to get a glimpse, and of course hanging out of the pubs with their drinks (not that I paid any attention at that age).

Every time I hear the pipes it brings all these memories back to me.

Happy memories and feelings of belonging.

That excited feel of something big coming.

Yeah, I really love hearing the bagpipes.

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8 Comments

  1. March 17, 2011 / 1:07 pm

    I totally know what you mean. I love it when you hear a song that you haven’t heard for years and it instantly takes you back. I get the same thing with smells too.

  2. March 17, 2011 / 4:15 pm

    Yes it’s really weird that some sounds and smells just take you back always to a good place though which is cool 🙂 and I love it when music just makes you feel different.

  3. March 19, 2011 / 11:57 pm

    I lived on West coast for a year, when our youngest was small. Wemyss Bay. We would get the ferry to Dunoon. Memories are lovely.

    I like sound memories also but if honest am a smell memory person as well. But the sound of crickets always invoke deep memories of a happy family holiday in Tuscany, Italy. Now that just sends me.

  4. March 20, 2011 / 10:51 am

    It’s great to be taken back by something so fleeting! 🙂

  5. March 20, 2011 / 10:52 am

    Indeed! When I hear Take That n Lulu’s Relight My Fire I go all silly and act like a teenager with a crush again! LOL

  6. March 20, 2011 / 10:53 am

    Ahhh I love being taken back to these memories, it’s really amazing isn’t it? 🙂

  7. March 20, 2011 / 9:44 pm

    Ooooh I LOVE it when this happens… a sound, smell or just a certain something in the air that you can’t quite put your finger on. Thanks for making me stop and think about those moments for a moment! 🙂

  8. March 21, 2011 / 10:03 am

    Glad it brought back some memories for you too! 🙂

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