“The Waifs' Home was an old building which had apparently formerly been used for another purpose. It was located in the country opposite a great big dairy farm where hundreds of cows, bulls, calves and a few horses were standing. Some were eating, and prancing around like they wanted to tell somebody, anybody, how good they felt. . . .When I got out of the wagon with the other boys the first thing I noticed was several large trees standing before the building. A very lovely odor was swinging across my nostrils. "What flowers are those that smell so good?" I asked. "Honeysuckles," was the answer. I fell in love with them, and I'm ready to get a whiff of them any time.” CowsBullsHorsesLouis ArmstrongSweet SmellHoneysucklesOdor Of NostalgiaOdorsWaifs Home For Boys Book:Satchmo: My Life in New Orleans Source: Satchmo: My Life in New Orleans
“I’m on the balcony, bathing in the soft glow and f gazing at the corner I’ve transformed into a small garden. Daises. Honeysuckles. Peonies. Lavender. I’ve grown them all myself, tending to their roots and petals with care, murmuring words of love.” Honeysuckles Book:As Long as the Lemon Trees Grow Source: As Long as the Lemon Trees Grow