It's true that it's the simple things that matter most. My favorite memory with my dad is laying down on the carpet, my brothers and me, and Dad, turning the lights out so it was pitch-black and blasting music. Dad would clap the drum beat on the floor so we could hear it and feel it, point out the piano rills, the bass guitar, the sax. Simon, Garfunkel, Paul, Ringo Starr, the Oak Ridge Boys, the Mama's and us kids with our Papa all experiencing music together.
I found this family picture in my scrapbook. Since Brett is in it and Brandon isn't, that puts it at about 1980- meaning Dad is younger in this picture than I am now, probably 28 years old? The huge glasses and thick lapels styles have changed, but my first guitar hero Dad continues to rock out. Forty years after having his own high school band he still performs with his brother(s) on various church, family and entertainment events around Rexburg. Music is such an important part of his original family that when his dad was sick with pneumonia last year he and his brothers brought their guitars and had a jam session right there in the hospital. Good medicine. I wish I could have been there for that.
Happy birthday to the guy that spoon-fed me The Beatles with my applesauce and who taught us kids the joy and power of music.
4 comments:
The style of Dad's glasses has changed? Someone forgot to tell him that....
Claire looks JUST like you! Lucky girls.
Were they that young? I last saw your Dad doing amazing solo work on his Guitar at the elementary school Christmas bash.
How cool that he and his brothers all play...and would play at a hospital bed. You are right, that is true healing.
I also love how music becomes a part of our traditions. What a rockin' Dad you have.
I think his daughter is pretty rockin' too.
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