Along with the smells, there's the color of iron ore at the bottom of some streams. The "Hoe Shop" pond, river and dam behind Mrs. Parker's house, and the massive display of wild violets slightly beyond the dam is a sight to see in late April/early May.

The smell of Sheep pasture in the Spring. It had a great sweet hay type of smell

Dr Jacoubs office. It always smelled like alcohol. Every kid in town went there, or so I thought. He had the one room that was decorated for little kids and I remember that we always got a lollipop at the end of our visit. Dr. Jacoubs was a pretty matter of fact and no nonsense guy, it was always comforting to see him because he would make you feel better. I still have the scar from my smallpox vaccine that he gave me. Typically these scars on other children from our generation were tiny, or at most the size of a dime. Mine is the size of a half dollar! I know a lot of my friends in Easton had the same thing. My mom told me it is because he wanted to make sure he got you good.
Oh, and who can forget the smell of the dump every Saturday morning? The big fire that they lit to burn all the trash - this was before we had all the plastics we have now. We could smell the dump fire on Saturdays all the way to our house on Randall St.
Thanks for all the great memories Ross - I always enjoy your musings!

Not great smells, but I remember the smell of Stedfast Rubber. My god it was like walking by a toxic waste dump.
Also, you've got to remember when the hog farmers(I think it was hog farmers) came to pick up the compost/slop buckets. We had cement containers buried in the yard with step on cast iron lids that the metal bucket sat in. I do not remember how often they came, perhaps once a week, but the liquid ooooozing out of that wreck of a truck was all over the road and stunk like hell for a couple of days. What a joy in the summer. My mother still has her slop bucket with lid out in the yard, two of them in fact and my house has one also. When my wife, a NYC girl, saw them, she couldn’t believe what they were. I told her that they are still in use and that we would have to scrape the plates into them every night.....she didn’t find that very funny.

Back then it was called garbage (food waste only). It was collected by a garbage truck and the guy driving the truck was the garbage collector who delivered his load to a pig farmer. The introduction of kitchen-sink garbage disposals back in the early 1960's eventually eliminated garbage collection as a household service.

Today, trash and rubbish are often called "garbage" by the current generation.

I, too, remember the aroma of the Steadfast Rubber plant -- even years after it shuttered its doors. Also, the garbage truck and the garbage truck (two different trucks, one for each kind of refuse) on hot summer days. And who of a certain age can forget the acrid smell after they'd spray for mosquitoes using a scary, hulking former military vehicle with a ginomous bazooka on the back (with some poor soul in a haz-mat suit seated behind it, aiming it into the trees along the side of the street). But the fondest smell of all was the fresh-cut grass of the baseball fields of Frothingham Park. Left-center field (partial shade) smelled the sweetest.

Best aromas came from the roasting of carne espit (steak on a stick) at the annual Portuguese festa at the Villa Rosa.