The Glenn Miller Orchestra is playing “And the Angels Sing.” I am in the second row sitting next to a vibrant 92 year old lady, there with her daughter and son-in-law.
I glance over and see her mouthing every word. The band director is singing the song with the velvet tones of Frank Sinatra. She is taken away to her mid-20s in 1944 when the song was popular. At the end of the song, I lean over and whisper in her ear, “You know he was looking right at you the whole time.” She blushes a little and says. “Oh no.”
Then they played “String of Pearls” and I asked her to dance. She pointed to her walker in the corner and said, “Afraid I can’t. I might topple over.”
As we age, the music of our early years takes us floating on clouds of happy memories back to those long lost days of youth. She knew all the words to “And the Angels Sing.”
In his final days, my dear friend, Don Schaller, sang with us a song from his childhood: “I’m Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover.” See it here: http://rickgilbert.net/#/n_699