Thank you for providing the opportunity to pause, reflect and remember the significance of singing, in our family. Be it lullabies, folk songs, soothing songs at bedtime, , songs that my mother sang to me as a child which I then sang to my daughter which she then sang to my granddaughter, singing was a definitive way to say"I love you". Many of our fondest family memories are centered around music and singing together. Remembering Jon Denver, Jim Croce, Peter Paul and Mary, Free to Be along with various folk singers, brings to mind the special experience of traveling and singing, all of us connected through the lyrics and the rhythms.
Thank you, Bob, for reminding us of the joy and connections that singing together occasion. In more than 30 years of teaching kindergarten, I ALWAYS had a guitar or ukulele nearby. Whenever the class needed to come together I'd pull her off the wall, and sing! With feeling. Retired now, I sing with my grandchildren. Works every time!
Your article resonates with me. I fondly remember family car trips in Wisconsin, heading north over 5 hours, with the 6 of us singing together, song after song. Sometimes we would bellow, other times we would harmonize. As well, when my mother lay dying in a hospital, my father gently sang to her our family favorite "You Are My Sunshine."
Well, Bob - interesting you should start with Yeats. Because I believe that Yeats', perhaps, most well known poem is so appropriate for today's world: "The Second Coming". Inter alia,
Thank you for providing the opportunity to pause, reflect and remember the significance of singing, in our family. Be it lullabies, folk songs, soothing songs at bedtime, , songs that my mother sang to me as a child which I then sang to my daughter which she then sang to my granddaughter, singing was a definitive way to say"I love you". Many of our fondest family memories are centered around music and singing together. Remembering Jon Denver, Jim Croce, Peter Paul and Mary, Free to Be along with various folk singers, brings to mind the special experience of traveling and singing, all of us connected through the lyrics and the rhythms.
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Thank you, Bob, for reminding us of the joy and connections that singing together occasion. In more than 30 years of teaching kindergarten, I ALWAYS had a guitar or ukulele nearby. Whenever the class needed to come together I'd pull her off the wall, and sing! With feeling. Retired now, I sing with my grandchildren. Works every time!
Your article resonates with me. I fondly remember family car trips in Wisconsin, heading north over 5 hours, with the 6 of us singing together, song after song. Sometimes we would bellow, other times we would harmonize. As well, when my mother lay dying in a hospital, my father gently sang to her our family favorite "You Are My Sunshine."
Well, Bob - interesting you should start with Yeats. Because I believe that Yeats', perhaps, most well known poem is so appropriate for today's world: "The Second Coming". Inter alia,
"Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity."