There is nothing better than sitting back on a cold, wintry day and listening to Big Band music. I am an avid listener and have always loved its calming effect. That was a great era of music. I often close my eyes and just think back to that time and what it must have been like to live through it. Families struggled economically, they were torn apart by war and everybody had to do their part to conserve, build and defend.
Through it all, they managed to live simple lives with simple pleasures. Love meant something back then and so did communication. It’s all they had really. People had letters, telegrams and their voice. Sometimes I wonder if it was better back then, despite the war and working certain jobs out of necessity–not because you loved your work.
I have an ID card on my desk at work which belonged to my Great-grandfather when he worked at the docks in Toledo, Ohio. Although I never knew him, I can bet the farm he hated that job but was eternally grateful that he had one for his family. It was a difficult time back then. The Depression hit families hard. I remember listening to stories my Grandfather told about receiving free food and other handouts–and recalling how low he felt taking them. I keep that ID card on my desk to remind me that we don’t always get to do what we want in life–especially in terms of a job. Sometimes, circumstances force us to change gears and call an audible. I look at the ID card every day at work and remember the sacrifices my ancestors made for their family. It motivates me to try harder for mine.
If you haven’t given Big Band music a try, please do. It’s wonderful. I listen to my XM radio (40’s on 4) all day long at work. I get a kick out of it when older customers stop in and can’t believe a young sprout like me listens to such music. That’s funny to me, because I’m 41 and hardly a sprout anymore. And, you can be any age and appreciate great music.
Music makes us remember, appreciate, laugh and cry. It makes our minds wander and dream. And to that, I say, Amen.