Life’s bumps in musical tempos
When life’s gotten you down, my friend, remember that somewhere on this planet someone is poetically creating beauty in musical escapes, which can turn a major disappointment like a love lost forever or even, a near-fatal tragedy into simply another one of destiny’s mysterious happenings.
It is not easy being a real live person complete with memories, friends, feelings, an adequate musculature plus some remarkable, cognitive attributes when trying to exist in a world outside one’s personal volition and control. We are all, strangers, in this strange land where each squirrel is fashioning his/her habitat and, yet, lives among other creatures.
Family Household Melodies
My Mom often sang to herself in our kitchen at 179 Ludlam St to the general enjoyment of her four children and that of people -strangers, sometimes – taking a shortcut through our Dana Street side yard in the warmer days of the year.
Overheard in passing, one might catch the following tunes:
Frere Jacques,
Au Clair de la lune
and more.
In contrast, my aunt Florence might enter the scene with tunes then popular in France, like
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Penn State University – 1961 to 1963
1964 – 1981
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