Disclaimer: With the storm and bad weather over the past week, I have been desperate. I read until my eyes blurred then I sought out some banal entertainment on TV. There was not much to be had so I had to do with what there was. Do not judge me!
We all know that songs and smells can remind us of another time in our life. Usually they are good memories although I suppose they can be bad memories too like the smell of my childhood doctor’s office. On the way to see him I would always pray that I didn’t have to get a shot. It’s funny how times change. Now on the way to a doctor’s office I always hope my malady can be fixed with a shot and not a surgery.
In my search for mindless TV, I came across the Lawrence Welk show. (Hey, I can hear those groans through the internet!) Personally I wasn’t a big fan but my Mom was. We always watched it along with the Waltons and other “healthy” programs. It was squeaky clean “champagne” music. We liked music in the house. My Dad played polka music on an accordion so this wasn’t a stretch for my family.
I turned it on expecting to be bored but it was just like the wonderful smell of strudel from my childhood. I swear I could look over at the couch (we had a couch, not a sofa) which would have had a crocheted zigzag afghan lying across the top (you can see it in the photo). My Mother would be sitting there keeping time with the music. She has been gone for 26 long years. This was such a warm, surreal and welcome feeling.
I watched the whole show. It was disappointing that the Lennon Sisters weren’t on. There were slightly older than I was but they were my favorites just like Annette from the Mickey Mouse Club. The woman who did the wonderful ragtime piano music wasn’t on either but there was enough that I remembered to make it familiar.
This was better than comfort food. For one hour I could swear that my Mother was sitting next to me humming away. There is no better feeling than that.