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When I was sorting through the crumbly pages this time, I was doing so in order to pass the music on to Nora Opal Parker, since she carries Mother's name. Knowing that I might not be turning the pages again myself, I may have looked more closely. But I don't recall ever seeing this title before. It is a piece in a book of waltzes and fox trots. There must be a story in that title!
Before the music goes into a box to pass on to Ben and Kristen to keep for Nora, there is one more way to use it. A few pieces of love songs will be used to help decorate for a wedding in about a week, I also think I will sit down and play through some of the old songs again. I think Nora's great grandmother will be listening.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
She doesn't mind my crackly voice singing "A, You're Adorable." We make it through that song every diaper change. If there is an entire clothing change, we sometimes get through several songs from The Sound of Music! She talks to me with her eyes to say thank you, and flashes a coquettish grin when I brush her hair.
Yesterday we walked outside to catch a raindrop and she smelled a basil leaf when I made my lunch. She likes dots and patterns so I choose the blouse I will wear for her. We play peek a boo and pat a cake and chant nursery rhymes. When I rock her to sleep, I sing many of the same old hyms that my mother and grandmother sang to me. We have discovered that Christmas carols are wonderful lullabies!
Our other granddaughters are a joy to me and teach me just like she does that there is so much to look forward to. They help me remember some favorite lines from a poem by Mary Oliver: "Pay attention.
Tell about it."
- all so much more fun when we do it together!
Friday, December 21, 2012
Carol of the Birds
I am strangely attracted to a Christmas carol rarely sung -
treasure of music, words with sweet mystery,
quiet, wondering melody
Questioning feathered twitters.
“Whence comes this rush of wings afar,
Following straight the Noel star?
Birds from the woods in wondrous flight,
Bethlehem seek this Holy Night.
Tell us, ye birds, why come ye here,
Into this stable, poor and drear?
Hastening we seek the newborn King
And all our sweetest music bring.”
Stirring some ancient warmth within me
I play the notes and sing each verse,
decorate a small Christmas tree
with vines, berries, woodland birds.
Greenfinch, Philomel sing
Re, mi, fa, sol in accents sweet
from woodland edges, farmland hedges
Noel, Christ on earth with man to dwell
Someone singing this tune for 400 years,
before that, once an older one now lost?
Could it be I am pulled by what I cannot remember?
Song and my great grandmother both born in southern France
She died when I was a baby.
Did she sing it, rocking me
in the old wooden rocker in which I rock my own grandchild?
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
I have enjoyed asking family members each year "What would you like for your birthday dinner?" That has produced Italian meals more than once, Indonesian and Mexican food often. We have had a murder mystery game dinner, a luau, and cookouts.
So I was not surprised recently when Joe said "I have decided what I want to do for my birthday!" "A dinner," he said -with our family. Here. (at home) And I want violin music!" So of course, that is exactly what we had this past weekend. For Joe's 75th birthday he finally did not have "Cheap Cream Cake." He had lasagne and all the trimmings, tiny cupcakes, family, and unspeakably beautiful violin music. Aija Isaacs, who teaches music to several family members, brought her family and violin and gave us an enchanted evening.
My birthday present to Joe is in the photo below, a collage of a great many of the tickets to events, musicals, and theatre we have enjoyed through our nearly 50 years together. I can say without hesitation that his birthday evening of violin music was the best of all by the expression on his face. Many thanks to Aija, to our children for all their help with the evening, and to our friend Tommy Gay Dawson for her lasagne!
Monday, April 23, 2012
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Thursday, July 8, 2010
In 1967, as the birth of our first son approached, Joe and I were fond of a San Antonio radio announcer who signed off each day with this Irish blessing. Although I can't remember his surname, I do remember his given name because that is the name we chose for our son, Sean, who is now a father himself and still loves all things Irish. Signing off for now...