Tuesday SOL 1/30/18 - Flash Back
The other night as we crawled into bed, the radio station that we listen to was playing some "oldies". By oldies, I mean waaaay back to my parents generation. The Big Band Era.
They were playing some Artie Shaw, Benny Goodman, Jimmy Dorsey, Guy Lombardo and on and on. Oh what a flash back I had.
My parents loved music and loved to dance. As the tunes were playing, I could envision my parents moving around the dance floor with smiles on their faces and not a care in the world. Before they were married, they went to the Rialto in Joliet, IL to spend a fun evening with friends. I think if my Dad could have found a way, he would have become a drummer for some Big Band!
Another flash back that was brought to mind - the Saturday nights when there was a dance as the Askhum Coliseum (a small town just south of where we lived). I don't remember all the details, but I'm sure the band was local and there were no DJ's or records or recordings. After my Mom & Dad danced, Dad pulled me (probably around the age of 10) out on to the floor and taught me how to dance. He was so easy to follow. What a special moment that was!
I'm sure they are dancing every day in Heaven to such wonderful music.
They were playing some Artie Shaw, Benny Goodman, Jimmy Dorsey, Guy Lombardo and on and on. Oh what a flash back I had.
My parents loved music and loved to dance. As the tunes were playing, I could envision my parents moving around the dance floor with smiles on their faces and not a care in the world. Before they were married, they went to the Rialto in Joliet, IL to spend a fun evening with friends. I think if my Dad could have found a way, he would have become a drummer for some Big Band!
Another flash back that was brought to mind - the Saturday nights when there was a dance as the Askhum Coliseum (a small town just south of where we lived). I don't remember all the details, but I'm sure the band was local and there were no DJ's or records or recordings. After my Mom & Dad danced, Dad pulled me (probably around the age of 10) out on to the floor and taught me how to dance. He was so easy to follow. What a special moment that was!
I'm sure they are dancing every day in Heaven to such wonderful music.
Sights, smells, sounds have the power to transport us to a different time and place. Sweet memory as you drift off to sleep.
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful memories inspired by great music.
ReplyDeleteI think we may have had a similar childhood. I grew up with those big bands and watching my parents, aunts & uncles, dancing. The tunes do take me there, another world. Many served or grew up during WWII. I often wonder if their love of the music was a way to forget? Thanks Judy!
ReplyDeleteThis was delightful to read. I could visualize all the way through and remembered my mom in her bright blue party dress circling our kitchen dancing with us before her date with dad. Thank you for bringing it back. xo
ReplyDeleteA song came on in while my students were working today and brought back memories from my college experience over 20 years ago. It is amazing how powerful music can be!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun memory sparked by some music! I only wish I could have seen Grandma and Grandpa gliding across the dance floor! Thanks for sharing this memory!
ReplyDeleteMusic always seems to help the memories flow, and this is a such a fun memory to share.
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