I gained a new blog follower this week, from a fellow blogger who is fortunate to live in Mesta Park, that area of wonderful old homes in Oklahoma City. Her blog is Meet Me in Mesta Park.
She is a prolific new blogger with a fresh point of view. I've got to learn to post UTube music like she does. Anyway, here's her lead from a recent post: "Some songs have become time portals to my past."
Wow, I just could never put it into such great words. We all have music like that, or the odor of perfume or food like that, don't we? The songs, the smells bring back instant memories, forcing them to the present.
You know I feel that way about Simon and Garfunkel. Two I can't get out of my head are "Sounds of Silence" and "Still Crazy After All These Years." Another, from long ago, is Marty Robbins', "A White Sport Coat and a Pink Carnation." I can still see that girl friend with the long flowing honey blonde hair, at the prom.
But the songs are not just portals to the past--they link me with present tense like a lipstick stain on a wine glass from the night before. It's not nostalgia, but realizing my past and present are inseparable.
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