Used over the weekend to make a pitcher of PIMMS, as I was washing, drying, and putting it away, the the glass stirrer clinked up against the base of the glass pitcher and all of a sudden I was a teenager again, hearing the same clinking sound made by my father as he prepared a pitcher of martini’s.
It’s the same pitcher and stirrer too, the stirrer one of my favorite belongings ever. So very Mad Men.
My folks entertained all the time – big cocktail and dinner parties, the house was always full of friends and neighbors, talking about golf, laughing, and drinking too.
I also remember as if it were yesterday when I saw this pitcher in the fridge and thought it was water. I guzzled. It was not water! I was maybe 13. 🙂
I think more people say smells and or music bring back the most vivid memories but man, the sound of the clinking was powerful and brought me straight back to the early 1960s. Funny how that happens. Clink clink.