Tuesday, August 16, 2011

MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS.

Harry Belafonte - Try to Remember


Welcome to evening in my little corner of the world - it is dark now and the rain is still falling - rather a nice evening to be inside and to be warm again.

I have been out again today - I know quite the little gadabout - this time a new hairdo and a short shopping trip trying to find a new handbag that will take all I need and not have everything fall to the bottom - I carry far too much, and I have tried to minimize it but it doesn't work, so I am on a handbag hunt.  It was great watching John trying to appear very inconspicuous in David Jones as I searched for my treasure.

I am heading for an early night but like to check in daily - this may not be a long post, but once I start it often just happens.

There have been snippets of good news during today - Kenzie is doing okay and Ethan is home and I haven't heard so I am hoping that means good news.

I introduced Kortni to you yesterday and I am very pleased to report that they have found a liver for her and she will just about ready to be wheeled into theatre as I write for this life saving operation.   I hold her close and give thanks for the generosity of her donor family.  At at time of extreme stress for them they have stepped up to the bar and granted Kortni the gift of life.

Some strange things have been happening to me recently - phone calls from people I haven't seen or heard of for months/years - there have been five or six phone calls that have rocked my little boat.  Not that they are bad, but just out of the blue and a surprise.  Several times things have happened to me that I cannot account for but have been the right thing at the right time.

It is a little unnerving, but nice to catch up and to try to remember so many things from the past.  My phone call last night was one were memory was stirred and the lady could remember things I had forgotten, but I remembered several things that she did not.

This song is very special to me - My Dad used to sing it to me because I was born in September:



Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.


Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.


Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Without a hurt the heart is hollow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
The fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December, our hearts should remember
And follow.


I value the sense of memory - good and bad because hopefully from the bad lessons have been learned.  There was much laughter during my phone conversation and we left it that we would be in touch again and possible go out for breakfast sometime soon.

I hope you can find a quiet spot and "try to remember" and that there are sweet memories for you that bring a smile to your lips and sunshine to your day/stars to your night.

Please take care and try to remember all the good things in life, share them with someone who may also remember and be glad you did.

Thank you for visiting the "Musings from My Heart" and I send love and hugs your way.

Linda. 

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