Posted by albert52 on Monday, October 10, 2011
I remember as a young lad, along with my brothers, spending a goodly portion of our days, especially during school year at my baile seanathair nó seanmháthair an (the grandparent's home). Both our parents, as many did, worked. We would eat our share of her home cooked Irish fare, listen as she sang songs she learned as a girl back in Eireann. Even the radio was somehow tuned to Irish music, and so were her records (some may remember those vinyl things that played music). they were simpler days as to today. Life seemed more like "life" in her home, relaxed and full of joy and love. I do miss them.
Today, even in our Jam sessions (as we call them in North America), there seems to a "rush" on getting things done, and a little less in enjoying the moment. Players are trying to compete with each other, some have comments of other's playing not so well. Parents rushing around to get the kids to dance or music class. I guess I am no different today as my parents were when I was growing up in the 50's and 60's. they to longed for those "old days". Funny how generation after generation mimics the one before.
So I say, slow down, pick up that instrument, and enjoy the moment as those tunes fill the air, maybe invite a friend to play along.
Ta for now; AJ
Ozarkian DL Says:
Tuesday, October 11, 2011 @7:55:43 AM
Well spoken and so true Al. Stop to smell tha roses...pause & watch tha evening sun go down...sit on yer front porch plunkin yer banjer & watch tha grass grow.
Do'nt age mellow us tho......thumbs-up to ya Al. Enjoy yer banjo'n.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011 @9:16:34 AM
I enjoyed reading this. I spend some of my youngers days in Ireland. We would be shoo'd out the house to have adventures up in the hills and by the streams. Sometimes we could climb the cliffs about the sea and never afraid of falling. They were simpler more relaxed days. I miss them.
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