Sing A Song: Some Songs Arouse The Emotions
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Posted: Sunday, February 19, 2012
by Joel Hendon
I was always a poor singer. Two reasons for that, I think. I always had a deep southern drawl and my enunciation left something to be desired. I don’t think it was nearly as noticeable in my normal speaking as it was in my singing. Another reason, my voice was of the pitch which didn’t help either. I had enough gravel in my throat, that enabled me to sing bass in religious 4-part harmony…but, unless you were within ten feet of me, you would hear nothing. My volume was always too low. Oh, I could bellow out on the higher notes, but I’m talking about the lower ones where a good bass singer shines.
If you love dogs, I double dog dare you to go and listen to Walter Brennan here: http://www.minibite.com/oldies/oldshep.htm
Then there is another love of my life, good women. My mother, my sisters, my wife and a number of others who cared deeply about me. A step grandmother and one of my sisters, both gone now, were probably responsible for my survival as a pre-mature baby when my mother almost died and was not able to care for me. My wife, who has stood by me through good times and bad, with no complaints. So, one song which kindly makes me remember them all is “The Last Farewell” and probably the best rendition of that one is Roger Whittaker’s version. You can go hear that one also if you wish at this URL. http://hebronics.org/farewell.html
And even though my feelings were never so tenderly towards others than the people, and dogs mentioned above. I did love, and admire my father. Nothing tender about my father, but you knew nevertheless that down inside the gruffness and businesslike front, he loved his children without reservations. I recall when he was laying in the hospital dying from leukemia and I was sitting with him. His speech and mind had lost most of their lucidity, but as I sat next to him and a nurse approached…he pointed at me and said, “That’s my boy there.” It has been over 61 years but, it still bring tears to my eyes remembering it. So, since I have become blurry eyed already, here is one which I often play for his memory. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y04seHfYLAA
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Yes, songs are meant to be inspirational and emotional to the listeners. Thanks for sharing this touchy story and I think we do have something in common, by nature.Thank you for reading and commenting Hilda. I guess I'm to the age that memories are a part of your life. I reminisce more now than I ever did. I just appreciate so much, the memories of so many wonderful people, of my family and other acquaintences. Those memories can make you sad with longing, but can also cheer one up just thinking of those who used to put others ahead of themselves. It doesn't happen much any more.