Today was that day that said you are officially an adult for realz.
That lightbulb went off realizing the current situation and in an instant feeling every single one of my 40+ years.
I felt a sad pang for all the memories came rushing back. Happier times in my childhood many spent with those who are no longer physically here. Choosing not to fully descend into melancholy I instead tripped over to youtube and rolled back the wayback machine and re-discovered how integral music was to my growing up. Even more, how connected some of the songs were to periods in my life.
The Jukebox (From Hell?)
Back To Pooh Corner
This is one of the earliest songs I remember hearing. I recall watching this on television laid out on the floor in my pj’s. It stuck and I remember playing this for my son as well, him laid out in his pjs and both of us laid out on the floor. This is best listened to with warm milk and cookies
What The World Needs Now
The following song was one that we sung in first grade at a school assembly, my first one (in the first grade). The words so applicable now though sung in such innocence years ago…..
I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry
It was said and argued that my father had hillbilly tendencies and was at heart a true country boy. I cannot argue that. I do know that the music he tended to listen to would agree with that statement. One of my most poignant memories of my dad is when he would come home late from work, probably sip a few drinks and sit on the sofa and sing. This was one of his favorites – I actually have a copy of him singing this on an OLD reel to reel that is currently residing in my mom’s garage. When I got older this song took on a Whole new meaning as I finally understood why the Whippoorwill was so blue….
the silence of a falling star, lights up a purple sky,
And As I wonder Where you are, I’m so lonesome I could Cry – Hank Williams
King of The Road – Roger Miller
Dad was not always so melancholy in his musical selections (grins) the ONE song that I always have and will associate with him is one we sang together on occasion when he would pull out his guitar and play – and try to teach me with my little chubby fingers. He will always be ….King of the Road….
I Never Promised You A Rose Garden
Grandma sung all the time – she told me that they sung at her job where she was a seamstress, and she would sing when she was at home and if she was in a particularly good mood she would sing this song and get really into it. Another nod to my country roots if you will. I remember this one would actually get her dancing around while she sung it. The words have a whole new meaning now – as most of these things do.
I beg your pardon, I never promised you a Rose Garden Along with the sunshine, there’s gotta be a little rain sometime… Smile for a while and let’s be jolly, Love shouldn’t be so melancholy
Smiles and tears with listening to these and the memories still fresh and clear. In spite of all we encounter in life the memories are what keep us going when we may have pause and think we can’t. They give us things to smile about even in the midst of our tears. And always, remember….with love…