I'd guess my favourite smell would be of Emma Watson's pies cooling in her windowsill in one of the firts episodes. Makes me hungry just thinking about it.
Or the pleasant whiff of Aunt Bee's and Ms. Edwardses roses in one of the last episodes. I'd ask for one to put in a jar of water on my kitchen table. The pungent aroma of a little boy named Opie Taylor who'd played outside all day with Johnny Paul, Trey, and his friends. If you raised a boy you know what I mean. The malodorous reek of Moonshine, aka white lightening, on Otis would be hard to miss on a Saturday night. The aroma of witch hazel coming thru the door of Floyd's Barber Shop The smell of raw fish coming from Andy, Opie, and Barney at the end of the opening day of fishing at Myers Lake. The gamy stench of possum, raccoon, dirt, and woods from an unwashed Ernest T Bass But there was a smell all through the town that lasted all 8 years of TAGS. The sweet smell of freedom. Where Emma Watson was free to go jaywalking, Opie could run all over town and into Kelsey's woods playing and nothing bad ever happened and Flip Conroy, a Black man could be treated as a man period and not a Black man. Freedom for Aunt Bee, Thelma Lou, and the ladies of Mayberry to walk to town un accosted as they did their shopping at Foley's or Mrs. Luken's, Walker's Drugstore, etc. A town where the sheriff was free to walk around without a gun. Now these are aromas you wouldn't smell today. At least not pleasant ones. Sent from my iPad _______________________________________________ WBMUTBB mailing list [email protected] http://www.wbmutbb.com/
