Music and Memories

I was born a century too late.

Some of you who just read that, have, or had, a puzzled look on your face.  Why would anyone want to go back a century and give up all the mechanical, cultural, and medical advantages that we have today?  Just take a look at the headlines and ask that question again.

We went to a free concert/fund raiser on the White River yesterday.  Usually the park is super crowded with people when something like this is provided for the community.  Granted we got there late, but there were fewer than one hundred people in the park, but the setting of the bandstand with the river in the background and the wind cooling those sitting in the shade was perfect.

My mind flashed back to early last century when the whole community would gather on the weekends around the bandstand to enjoy music, food, visiting, and relaxing.  Now, we fail in getting that sense of community, as many of these events are marred by violence of many different varieties.  I am not blaming anyone, for there is blame enough to go around for everyone.

I remember as a kid, sitting around listening to music being played and singing, either around a campfire or sitting on cars around the court house square.  These were special times are what memories cling to and revert to when needed for body and soul.  These are the times that soothed and refreshed and allowed us to regenerate feelings of peace and calm.  That is what we all need.  Especially now.

Until next time....................