Thursday, October 7, 2010


I listened to some music of the fifties and sixties last night and it brought back many wonderful memories of hops, high school dances, summer and puppy loves and fun times with friends.

I tried to remember if my parents talked about the music they listened too in the late twenties, thirties and forties. Performers like Guy Lombardo, Cab Calloway, The Mills Brothers, Tommy Dorsey, Bing Crosby and the profound Ella Fitzgerald. I couldn't recall, but I know they did.

Music is the great remember-er of happy times or sad times of lost loves or just of younger times, especially when one is older and listens, by chance, to a song that invokes an emotion long gone in the mind, but lifted to the surface of thought with a knowing smile.

For me flavors are like that too. My wife and I cooked some fresh green beans the other day and I tasted one raw before it when into the pot. The flavor brought back memories of holiday dinners and the goodies on the kitchen counter.

Music, tastes and aromas are the sensory sentiments of memories. Sometimes the aroma of a Pot Roast cooking in the oven will take me back to childhood. The ancient dusty smell of a long used stage will bring me to plays and performances I saw or played in as a youngster.

The sound of a trickling and gurgling mountain creek moves me to atavistic memories of lazy days fishing and hiking; even the occasional pipe smoke one comes across these days will remind me of my Dad.

I suspect that many of us often hear the distant divine din of the universe when we take the time of let go of all the holding thoughts that keep us from knowing who we are.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I agree our brain contains so many memories. It is an amazing piece of human equipment. I may think of someone and the next thing that takes place is the remembrance of their face, their speech, their look and then you either remember their name or forget it and then after awhile the name comes to you without another thought. It is so compartmentalized and how much can we really remember. I love the fact that we can remember; although sometimes it bears a lot of weight but keeps us busy and not to lose sight of new memories to come. Lorelei

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