It’s been a long day and a longer evening but on the drive home from Hamilton this evening I was suddenly swept into a time gone by and the ride became a carpet ride of sweet music and memories of dancing on Daddy’s shoes.
There is a radio station 98.1 and program called The Lounge which can take you there too if you happen to be like me and grew up to the sounds of sentimental crooners and big bands.
Tonight Pat Boon’s “April Love” took me from the drivers seat to a place long ago when, as a little girl, my Dad would sweep me into his arms and whisk me across the floor on the toes of his shoes. Those moments were magical. They were times when everyone was happy and when laughter could be heard above the music that sang out from that little wooden case record player beside the fireplace on its wobbly steel stand.
In those moments I felt like a princess in a ballroom, even if it was only our little living room where the rag rug had to be rolled up a little to get the full feel of the polished linoleum under us as his sure and steady steps as his leather soles slid miraculously in front of the fire. Step together, step, step. Step together, step, step. The Foxtrot could be danced to anything.
Thanks to the Lounge for a safe and happy ride home.
Sweet memories. Sweet dreams. Good night.