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Sunday, June 20, 2010

What a Wonderful World

What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong

I see trees of green, red roses too, I see them bloom for me and you and I think to myself what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white the bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky are also on the faces of people going by,I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do. They're really saying I love you. I hear babies crying, I watch them grow, they'll learn much more than I'll never know, and I think to myself what a wonderful world.Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I got yelled at for not blogging - so here goes. (I guess it should be quick since Lily just brought out her beanie baby, which means it's close to bed time).

Every time I hear this song, it makes me think of the two most amazing men in my life. My Dad, and my Grandpa. I can't tell you exactly why, but I distinctly remember going to my cousin's wedding in Boston (and missing the wedding - pre-GPS - because we were lost), and going to the Parker House for the reception (Now the Omni Parker House - it's a hotel world thing...). I remember being excited to be eating Parker House Rolls at THE Parker House. But I remember this song playing. Maybe that's why this song makes me think of them, I'm not sure.

Since it's Father's Day, it seems appropriate. So many of my memories growing up involve both of them. From the sugar house (and keeping soda cold in the snow bank), to 4th of July chicken ....slaughtering. (I remember telling my 7th grand Science teacher that chickens were fully ready on the 4th of July.... poor guy was pretty shocked I think), to riding "over east" or "up west" on the tractor.

When I was in Kindergarten - Grandpa - the town mailman - would bring me to school most days. I'm pretty sure I thought I was hot shit because of that. Sometimes he would give me money for chocolate milk, other times he would rescue me when I'd forgotten my snack. I'm pretty sure I still think I was hot shit because he did that for me. Sometimes I'd go out on the mail route with him - THAT was pretty cool. Today though, I just cherish the time I get to spend with him. Today, when I called for Father's Day, he thanked me for calling, asked me to call more often (I will) and asked when I was coming home because he and Grandma really enjoy seeing me. One of my reasons for moving here was to be closer to family - and in moments like that, I know it was the right choice.

I was filling up my new tool box today - and laughing because I was transferring over tools that my Dad bought me on a trip to California. He was trying to putter around and fix something and was almost shocked that I didn't have any tools. "Meg" he asked "how did you put together that TV stand?" My reply? "A shoe". The next day, I had a basic tool kit. I got the stubborn gene from Dad, and the pig headed gene... but nope, couldn't get any of the "Shop Teacher" genes. Thanks Dad. :) The older I get, the more the lessons he tried to teach me are easier to take. Hindsight really is 20/20 - I wish I'd listened earlier.

There's one other "Dad" I can't leave out. John B. What an amazing Dad, Husband and friend. John passed away earlier this year, but my memories of him (Lucky) and Dad (Lucky) are as long and deep as my memories of my own Dad. I remember when it became a local call from Orwell to Brandon. I think the heavens opened up a little for Dad and John - who used to talk almost daily on the phone about the going's on at Otter Valley. (You'd think they would have talked in the hallways... but no!).

Happy Father's Day to my Daddy, Grandpa - and all the Dad's in my life.  You truly make it a wonderful world.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you! That was lovely. I'll show your dad this blog because I'm sure he'll want to know about it. You made me cry--happy tears though. Love you. Have a great day. Love, Mom and Dad