The magic of the season and a song. Today, I had some obligations to fulfill before returning to continue my recuperation from this nuisance pneumonia. During my outing, Elvis Presleys baritone voice came over the speakers above my head. Ill have a blue Christmas without you. I fell through the vortex of time so fast Alice and her rabbit hole didnt have nothing on me and I knew exactly where I was going to land...my grandparents house, right before Christmas. The console stereo lid was open and there was Elvis, spinning on the turntable with all the crackles as the needle strummed the grooves in the vinyl. None of the clear, digitized stuff we have today. By the bay window was the silver, tinsel tree simply decorated with red Christmas balls. The electric multicolored projector light wheel sitting in the floor changing the silver to blue, then red, then yellow and back again. Wrapped packages poured from under the tree. Outside the window on the porch was the fat, plastic Santa with his hand permanently thrown up in a wave. The light inside his body revealing the rosy red cheeks. The smells lofted through my senses and I caught the sweetness in the air. To my right, my grandmother was in the kitchen delicately placing pecan halves on top of each fluffy cloud of divinity resting on wax paper across the kitchen counter. Two halves of Red Velvet cake cooled on wire racks waiting for her perfect cream cheese icing with chopped pecans. She was softly singing along with her favorite Christmas song as my eight or nine-year-old self sat on the barstool licking whatever goodness was left on the beaters. My grandfather sat on the barstool next to me. When he heard music he didnt hear the singer and all the accompaniment. He had the ability to hear one instrument in a song he liked. In Blue Christmas it was a certain guitar part. As he vocalized that guitar part hed sneak pieces of divinity when my grandmother wasnt looking. Oh what a wonderful memory. I miss them both dearly and wish for just one more memory with them. For a moment my eyes filled with tears and thought I was going to cry. That was going to be extremely hard to explain to the woman in front of me in the present and not captivated by my 1970-something flashback. I managed to pull it back together, not hearing a word the woman was saying and continued to sing along with Elvis in my mind. So this video is for Wilburn and Mattie Lou Jay. I love you still. Am I just crazy or does this happen to you too? https://youtube/watch?v=6d2RfblImA4
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 01:37:13 +0000
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