Strange how we change as we age, becoming like the elderly.
I say that because I knew elderly people who, in my youth, bemoaned how things had changed. I didn't see their point and didn't understand their thinking. They complained about television stealing time from families and conveyed sadness about things they used to use and the things they did for entertainment, things like 'spooning', which I still don't understand.
I have a sentimental streak, almost macabre in my silliness. I get sentimental about the music my mother listened to, the music that she serenaded me with as she did her housework.
Her serenading annoyed me to no end when I was a child. Rushing in to speak with her, I'd encounter her stereo on high as she did dishes, vacuum or dusted. Mom kept a very tidy home and a lot of music was played. Thanks to her, I know a good many Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Perry Como, Bing Crosby, Barbra Streisand, Johnny Cash, Tammy Wynette, Ink Spots, Platters, Johnny Mathis, Louis Armstrong, BB King, and Petula Clark. I'm forgetting many names. Name one and I can probably start singing their songs.
I've begun using that to my advantage. When I encounter items from her era, I post them to her Facebook page, especially matters pertaining to World War II. She was a child growing up during that war, with her oldest brother and other young men from the neighborhood going off to fight in the various world theaters. Gathering at the radio to hear the news or forming a circle around adults reading headlights about battles and developments sharply marked her. While some of it has an element of nostalgia, I like sharing lesser known facts about battles, units, and acts of heroism. She enjoys them.
But everyday can't be about war. I also find and share cultural references from the 1940s - 1960s and humor about the good old days that I think she'll enjoy. Lately, I'm remembering the music and hunting down songs she used to sing to me. Each day I seek out a new one on Youtube and post it on Facebook. I rarely write a comment although I listen to the songs before posting them. I'm letting her know that I'm thinking of her and that I remember her music and our youth, in my enigmatic, sentimental way.
Today I shared Johnny Mathis singing Chances Are.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com