I can’t hear John Conlee singing Rose Colored Glasses that I don’t think of my Uncle Frank. That song carries me back to the early 80’s when CMT was new. I sat on the sectional in his living room – listening to John sing as my family sat at the dinner table. I can see my uncle sitting there. He was loud and somewhat irreverent and oh so funny. He wore British Sterling and smelled like a million bucks.
He loved listening to Floyd Cramer and on Christmas Eve – after dinner had been served – he’d pop in a CD. Some of us would find a comfy spot and talk; others danced. It was wonderful.
I miss him.
My father misses him. Somehow, that makes the missing a little worse.
And during this Christmas Season, we will recall the the epic Christmas Eve Roman Candle Fight between my dad and uncle. We’ll laugh and joke around and we’ll listen to old songs and remember.
For the past couple of weeks, we have had more rain than I care to think about. And now, we are getting even more compliments of Hurricane Joaquin.
That’s not the ramp or the river – just the road – flooded – by the river and the deluge of rain…
For all of you suffering from drought conditions, I’d share if at all possible…
The thing about rain is it makes me want to turn back the clock and get in touch with my inner cave-woman. I mean, seriously, the only thing I want to do is lay on the couch and watch a little Bogey and Bacall – or listen to music – the old stuff. Really old stuff. Stuff like this:
(Some days I think I might have been born in the wrong decade…)
There’s something about the white noise – those little crackles – that I like. Maybe it’s just nostalgia – carrying me back to my childhood, when my audio books were 45’s – played on a record player like the one in the video.
So, what about you? Is there something that makes you feel sentimental?