I visited Marlene last Saturday, a perfect weather day for my semi-annual pilgrimage to make sure all’s well where she rests. It always is. I enjoy my visits, keeping her present.
Marlene and Bern c1970
I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately, and Dad, likely prompted by our move. From our new location, my regular commutes now bring me back through my home town, and often by my old neighborhood and childhood home. If I close my eyes, I can make the fifty-plus years since I’ve lived there disappear – it’s the 60’s, Ed Sullivan is on our tv and vinyl records play on our stereo.
I was on the hunt for new knit names recently and came across an old record album of theirs stored in my basement. It got me thinking about their record collection at that time and I spent the afternoon googling album covers to see which were familiar, if I could remember. Recognized immediately, here’s a sampling, each now proven to have been fully imprinted on my brain.
This is the album I found in my basement. Well worn, they had it taped together, and framed. It hung on their wall, reminding them of happy times.
During Saturday night shindigs, family members knew the party was over when Dad changed the music on the stereo. With the German Army Chorus volume on high, he would march hooting party goers around the house a few times, then out the front door.
The stuff of legend.
Finding inspiration from their playlists, watch for A Taste of Honey, Once Upon A Time, and Color My World, my next three knit designs named in honor of Barbra Streisand, Tony Bennett, and Petula Clark – coming soon.
I’ll report back.