Such an interesting word with multiple meanings.
Crickets are insects that sing at night by rubbing their wings together to make the familiar sound.
Cricket is also a game played using bats and balls.
Finally crickets are what is heard when someone isn’t answering your texts.
But crickets to me are a trigger back to my childhood days.
My grandparents lived on 12 acres of orange groves in the small town west of Orlando called Clermont. The trees blossomed in the winter filling the air with the sweetest scent of orange blossoms. At night this was accompanied by the sound of crickets—a symphony to my young ears.
My grandfather died when I was only 5. My grandmother when I was 19. But crickets transport me back to the 1960’s every January evening.
I’m not one to love bugs. But crickets are a reminder of days gone by. I can still smell my grandmother’s creamed corn simmering on her stove; my grandfather’s freshly refilled pipe billowing in the air as he puffs on it long and slow.
As a kid I didn’t realize how these ordinary moments were carving an indelible memory in my mind.
I’m 62 and just went for a walk after dinner. The crickets joined me and took me back in time. I miss those days, but I’m so grateful for the memories.
Crickets – they represent silence to some, but to me they echo memories loud and clear.
What sounds or smells take you back in time?