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Childhood
memories conjure up all kinds of vignettes from one’s past. Some of us grew up
in cities where we lived in tenements. In that day (1940s), they were known as “cold
water flats” which meant there was no central heating and the hot water
consisted of a 30 or 40 gallon tank with a gas coil connected to it alongside a
coal stove. On “bath night” (whether or not one thought they needed it), the
coil was lit and the heating of the water began. It was supplemented with pots
of water being heated on the coal stove to supplement as the water needed
warming. In very cold weather, a bath consisted of a circular galvanized tub
brought into the kitchen near the coal and wood burning stove. When special
times of the year arrived, there were anticipated fragrances as we sat in the
kitchen to stay warm. There would be a Turkey roasting in the oven of the coal
stove; baking of fresh pies; etc. We were poor in terms of material things but
very rich in terms of these special occasions.
The
neighborhood where we were reared had several individual businesses. One of
them was a German Bakery where baked goods that we could ill-afford were baked.
The obvious fragrances were present. A few blocks away, there was a Jewish
Bakery where Rye and Pumpernickel Bread was regularly baked and delivered to
area grocery stores. Those fragrances are memorable. There was a Jewish
Delicatessen on the corner where we were reared. Across from it was an Italian
Bakery where hard-crusted bread was baked daily; along with Soft Pretzels that
people would buy, place in a lined Bushel Basket, put those Baskets into a
Stroller Carriage and walk to where Movie Theaters and primary Subway Stations
were located. One of our favorite moments was when we went down into the
Pretzel Cellar where the pretzels were baked to see if there were any broken
pretzels. For a nickel (5 cents), we would be sold a handful (more than we
could carry) of the broken pieces.
Teenaged
boys who sought to gain the attention of or make an impression upon a girl would
purchase an inexpensive box with fragrances and powder called “Evening In Paris.”
Some radio commercials would advertise products that were aimed at body hygiene
care. For instance, Lifebuoy was the soap that was supposed to stop B.O. (body odor).
Deodorants began to find their way into the ghetto culture. One of them was “MUM”
and the commercial allowed that “MUMS the word” (some would add the words “keep
it under your arm”). Awareness of bodily hygiene was also influenced by the
Dick Tracy Comic Strip and one of the scraggily characters named B.O. Plenty.
He would eventually get acquainted with Gravel Gertie (who lived outside of the
city limits in a Gravel Pit) and they would live happily ever after.
The
Bible references “Fragrance” in different contexts. In the Song of Solomon
4:11, the romantic words are: “Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk
and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the
fragrance of Lebanon.” In the Prophet’s words of the Lord’s impending judgment
upon Judah and Jerusalem, Isaiah 3:24 records, “Instead of perfume there will
be rottenness; and instead of a belt, a rope; and instead of well-set hair,
baldness; and instead of a rich robe, a skirt of sackcloth; and branding instead
of beauty.” In a very personal and directive way, the Word of God expresses how
a follower of Christ is, II Corinthians 2:14-16, “But thanks be to God, who always leads
us triumphantly in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of
the knowledge of Him. For we are to God the sweet aroma of Christ among
those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the one, we are
an odor of death and demise; to the other, a fragrance that brings life. And
who is qualified for such a task?” There are only two possibilities for the
spiritual impression we can make on others. Either we are the sweet scent and
fragrance of a fine perfume, or we are like rotting and decaying garbage or a
dead body. Which one are you? Consider these things with me!
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