YOUR MEMORIES OF HOME
Inspired by Love, Vito - A story of food, family and finding home.
This space belongs to you, to your smells, songs, recipes and places.
A collection of memories shared by our community.
My mother always had geraniums growing in pots on our balcony in the summer when I see geraniums i think of my late mum So I always have geraniums in my garden
La famiglia sempre
- Francesca
The song sweet sixteen, my Dad would always sing this to my Mum when I hear it I remember such happy times
- Jacqueline
The smell coming from the kitchen when my dad 🙏 was making arancini......delicious! 😋
- Giannina
Home is where my Mum & Dad are… no matter where I’ve lived since leaving home over 20 years ago now, I still call their house ‘home’ and wherever I’ve lived since has been ‘my house’
Home is where your heart is & mine is with my family 🧡
- Frances
Tomatoes on the vine. My Grandad used to have his own greenhouse and grew tomatoes so whenever I get that smell it takes me right back to my Grandad's greenhouse. Happy memories x
- Kelly
I was brought up in Ireland. My favourite memory of childhood is the smell of a peat or turf fire. It reminds me of my happy childhood, that feeling of security, in an innocent world, so different to the world we know today. Sunday evenings particularly were special, sitting round the fire as it burned slowly and softly, the smell of the peat being synonymous with family, security, love. We would perhaps play a game of Scrabble or we would just read a book, with no need for talk, as the cosy contentment of family and fire was enough. The smell of a peat fire, with the sound of shifting pieces of turf as it burned slowly and with huge warmth, is my most favourite memory from childhood.
- Elisabeth
I have been at home for 29 years with home cooked food, family and neighbours visiting us and a place I call home.
With love.
- Joanne
My two beautiful grown up children.
- Lisa
Family days out when I was a child to Leigh on sea in Essex taking picnics and journey on the train with mum and dad and younger brother
- Lisa
My mum’s cooking when I was little. Her lovely homemade chicken pie and her gorgeous chocolate sponge and custard. Plus anytime I was poorly, she would ask me what I wanted to eat and I would always choose her homemade chips (done in an old-fashioned chip pan with sunflower oil) and gravy! Memories!
- Fay
The smell of the flowers of the Hawthorn tree take me right back to my Scottish childhood. Playing outside with friends, walking in the countryside with my family and a sense of summer in the air.
- Anna
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Every memory here began with a feeling. Yours can too.
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