One thing I do love about music in general, and in particular about my collection, is that it brings back memories. In that way, for me at least, music is a lot like food. Food easily triggers memories of people and places. Roast beef reminds me of my Aunt Eunice – she made the best ever pot roast. Zucchini recalls memories of making my first chocolate zucchini cake with my BFF Dorothy back in high school. Archway Lemon Cookies remind me of Aunt Fanny who always had a stash of these in her refrigerator. Countless foods remind me of being a kid in the kitchen with Mom or her Mom, Grandma Mealey.
But I digress (the mention of food does that to me often). Anyway, it wasn’t particularly surprising this morning when my iPod shuffled to a song and I was whisked away to my childhood sitting in my Grandma Krannich’s front room. And quite the front room it was. Grandma had lipstick red carpeting and a white leather sofa along with a little Victorian chair done up in red velvet. I wish to heck I had color photos of that room.
|Garnet Bush c1930's|
One song I particularly loved for her to play was “Red Roses for a Blue Lady”. Originally written in 1949, it was eventually re-recorded by Vic Damon when it hit #2 on the Easy Listening chart in in 1965. It's also the recording on my iPod that popped up this morning and prompted this little memory trek.
Every time she’d sit at the piano I’d request that song. Sometimes twice during one session – and she always happily acquiesced. I’m not sure I understood the meaning behind the words when I was 9 or 10, but I memorized them all and would sing along while Grandma played. Something about a man hoping that red roses will chase his loved one's blues away seemed charming at the time. Still does, I suppose.
Invariably, when memories of Grandma Krannich come to mind a couple of stories come along for the ride. Keep in mind that not only was she a terrific piano player, but she was a tailor and seamstress extraordinaire and she crocheted by the hour turning out lovely afghans (some of which I still own). (And by the way, NONE of that talent made its way to me. I cannot play the piano. I sew, but not particularly well, and crocheting is way out of my league. )
|The sheet music passed down to me when |
Grandma died. Can you believe they still
make Milk Maid and those little
|Bill and Garnet Krannich c1960|
There’s no recollection to any more of the story such as what Grandpa’s reaction was or how quickly the five kids must have scattered, I can only imagine. And laugh.
Grandpa Bill was a good natured kind of guy. Although he died when I was only 5 years old, I remember him always laughing and joking around. It’s hard to imagine keeping a smile on your face with soup on your head, but I’d like to think that’s what he did.
Bless you both Garnet and Bill. I miss you still. But I have my music and memories to keep dear. And everytime I serve up my own Bean Soup I get a chuckle. No ketchup for me please!