♫♪♫♪Was it something on a dream
That touch my memory
Or a picture I didn’t know I’ve seen
That made me stop and stare♪♫♪♫
There is this radio station in the AM band that I listen to every Sunday night that plays purely 70’s music for three straight solid hours unhampered by radio ads except for an occasional station ID. The music of the 70’s is really something I really could relate to, the best kind of music, mellow touch and such. Back in the mid 70’s, I was a teenager finding her place under the sun and falling in love for the first time (did I just say that?) Oh well, there is always something that makes us a little sentimental, going back to old dreams and letting your mind wander on the might-have-beens. No regrets though because that was a part of my life that I truly enjoy reminiscing from time to time. I became a strong person because of it.
Don’t you just love listening to old favorite songs that remind you of how brave you were in facing life’s challenges? Do you remember? Do you smile at yourself while listening to the lovely melodies and meaningful lyrics? Back in the 70’s, we had this phonograph and old 45 discs that you get to play over and over again until the record sounded scratchy in your ear because the needle needed changing due to constant use. Those were the days when you get to memorize (by heart) every lyric of songs that you hear. And those were the days when keeping a journal was the “in” thing to do because you get to write all your secrets there. Ah, the joys of teenage life, the bittersweet experience of a heartbreak. And you believed that you could write tons of poems and hide them somewhere in an old shoebox lined with a pretty gift-wrapping paper.
They’re playing Dan Fogelberg’s Leader of the Band now. Back then, I was fascinated by someone who could really play the guitar so well, James Taylor was a favorite too. I attempted to learn to play the guitar and bought every issue of those Jingle chordbook magazines by saving some of my meager allowance. The pin-up feature of various artists was something to look forward to.
Reminiscing and finding joy in it. And the years are like a slide show of events that pass through a screen and you laugh and smile or even shed a tear or two. Such is life, an unending road of discoveries. Gosh, I will celebrate my birthday in exactly a week from now. Growing old, remembering the passing years and keeping in one’s memory the joys and bliss that life brings. And always reminding yourself that the life-changing events were part of the growing up years.
Dreams And Escapes 