Music and Memories…

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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.

11203154_836558329712835_4118476010560494553_n“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

 

15027544_10206762205166993_3468264351420533780_nPatricia Finley: “My daddy used to tell me that saying – such fond memories.”

 

 

 

imagesMusic 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.

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The picture and message touched Betsy so much…but the story doesn’t end there. Here is the message she sent her mom, Libby.

 

Betsy definitely experienced a God Wink. The special bond between daddys and daughters lives on after one loses their daddy. The song that came on the radio was Paul Simon’s “Father and Daughter.” This stanza is so beautiful!
I’m gonna watch you shine
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
What a beautiful birthday present Oot sent Betsy…his special little girl!
Libby said that she has experienced similar episodes, herself, concerning Oot…and always through music…which she loves and has been involved with all her life.
On the phone she told me this story: One day, back in September, she went to Eastover where her husband Oot is buried. She was playing a  Josh Grobin album and just as she pulled into the cemetery (on this beautiful bright blue-sky September day)…the song  “Try to Remember”  came on.
She couldn’t even move as she sat there listening to it…chills ran down her spine. Oot was born September 28 and died just a few days before Christmas in December.  (December 21, 2013)
Here are the lyrics to the song that she intuitively realized was a message meant for her.
 Try to remember the kind of September (From the Fantastiks)

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…

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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.

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We all experienced Libby “experiencing” one of her musical messages or God Winks when we went to the North Charleston Coliseum for the James Taylor performance a few months after Oot’s death. Taylor announced that he would perform one of his new songs off his upcoming new album.
I remember thinking that I liked it…but that was all…and then I noticed a commotion down the row where Libby, Brooke, and Jackson were…LIbby was sobbing and could hardly stand…in fact she had to sit down. The lyrics in this song, once again, seemed to speak to her about Oot and their long-time relationship together.
The song was: “You and I Again”
So until tomorrow…Thank you Father for the gift of music…none of us can even begin to imagine a world without it…and what a wonderful way to convey Your Presence with us at all times and Your Assurance that our loved ones are secure and loved.
“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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