Dear Reader:
Yesterday’s blog brought back many memories for some of our readers who responded by telling me their connection to the song “I Love You a Bushel and a Peck and a Hug Around the Neck.”
…And in both of the following two responses…it wasn’t a “mother, grandmother, or aunt” singing or humming the melody…but a father. Interesting.
“My dad was in a production of Guys and Dolls when I Was Young and he would sing this song around the house.” Karyn Smith
Patricia Finley: “My daddy used to tell me that saying – such fond memories.”
Music is such a powerful force in pulling up memories we thought were long forgotten. When we hear the song…the music takes us right back to the place, year, and circumstances while the music played… and still plays in our hearts.
Perhaps it was a “special” song between you and a loved one at the time, a song sung by a parent to you, or song that inspired you to take risks at a certain point in life.
When I think of “Memories” and “The Way We Were” I remember thinking (as only a young 20 something could)…that no one on earth should be allowed to die before seeing this movie. (I think I meant before seeing Robert Redford at his hunkiness.) I would cry and cry and then stay and watch it again. (the good old days when they didn’t turn on the lights and shoo you out.)
As if on cue…just as I was gathering material for this blog…I noticed that Libby had forwarded a message to me that she had received from Betsy (her daughter) on her birthday yesterday. Libby had put a picture of her and “Oot” (her late husband) holding Betsy soon after her birth on Facebook for Betsy’s birthday, along with a sweet message.
The picture and message touched Betsy so much…but the story doesn’t end there. Here is the message she sent her mom, Libby.
From: Betsy Crick
Date: November 18, 2016 at 12:45:05
To: Momma & Daddy
Subject:Whoa!!!
A story to make your day, since I know you believe in the power and the beauty and the magic of music!!
Just as I was reading your beautiful Facebook post and looking at my daddy’s handsome face, this song came on the radio. It’s almost as if he was speaking to me! Coolest thing ever! And yes, I cried happy:
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you always know
As long as one and one is two
Ooh ooh
There could never be a father
Love his daughter more than I love you
When life was slow and oh, so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow, follow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow
Try to remember the time of September
When love was an ember about to billow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow, follow.
Deep in December It’s nice to remember
Although you know the snow will follow
Deep in December It’s nice to remember
The fire of September that made us mellow
Deep in December our hearts should remember
And follow, follow, follow…
…………………………..
Libby sent this picture of the Eastover Cemetery where the Clarksons are buried generation after generation. Beautiful entrance…the spot where the song “Try to Remember” began to play.