On the first Monday of each month, I will be doing a Memory Lane Monday post. Yes, I know we already have TBT and FBF, but I like the sound of Memory Lane Monday. Plus today happens to be Monday and I had a memory today that I wanted to share, so there you go. So let’s step it up, and head down Memory Lane…
The studio where I work out plays music during the class. It’s one of the things I love about the workout. This morning while I was on the tread mill, I was listening to the lyrics to the song that was playing, and I heard “Y’all gon’ make me lose my mind up in here, up in here.” Maybe I should have called this post Flash Back Friday, because that’s exactly what happened: a memory from way back flashed in my mind.
Now let me say here that I came home and googled the lyrics, and it’s a good thing they play the clean version in the studio, because the original lyrics are not anything I would want to listen to, and I will definitely NOT be buying this song on itunes or anywhere else. Yet still, that line reminded me of a time way back in the 60’s.
My mother is one of the kindest people I have ever known, and she’s always had the patience of a saint, which is a good thing since she had ten children.
This picture was taken before my time. It’s circa late 1950. Here my mom is with her first six children: one girl and five boys. She had four more children over the next eight years. I was the next one born about 4 years after this picture was taken, and my three younger sisters came over the next five years after that.
Mom would never even think to lay a hand on any of us. But this one particular day in the mid 60’s, we must have really been pushing her buttons hard, because she grabbed a hold of a flyswatter and just started swatting every surface in the kitchen as she exclaimed, “You kids are driving me out of my mind!” She hit the counter tops, the fronts of the cabinets, the sides of the cabinets, but not a hair on any of our heads. Yet it was enough for us to know we needed to skedaddle, lay low, and give her some space for a while. So when I heard those lyrics this morning, that scene played out in my mind, and I could hear my mom at the end of her rope.
In “State of Mind”, Clint Black sings, “Ain’t it funny how a melody brings back a memory.” That’s what happened to me this morning in a little bit of a different way. First of all, I wouldn’t exactly call the impetus for this particular memory on this morning a melody. And secondly, usually when a melody takes me back, it’s a melody that was popular in the period of time that the memory took place. Just goes to show there are all kinds of triggers that cause our minds to make connections.
Has a melody brought back a memory for you lately? I’d love to hear about it!