A Beloved Favorite

One of my husband's favorite Christmas memories was that of his grandmother's love for the Little Drummer Boy. She loved to receive Christmas cards with the Little Drummer Boy on them. We found this album at one of our treks through used book stores.  I'm sure we paid less than a dollar for it, but it means so much to hubby and our family.  We have been down with the flu, and all of us except hubby missed Church this last week.  When he came home this evening, we had this ready to play for him. All of our spirits were lifted.

Choices

One of my favorite memories growing up was watching the Boston Pops under the leadership of Arthur Fiedler. He was something else. I remember the show featuring Chet Atkins, one of my parents' favorite
performers. When searching for an image for this post, I stumbled on them. This post really isn't about  Arthur Fiedler or Chet Atkins . . . . or maybe it is.

Growing up with so many wonderful kinds of music was such a blessing, and this music had an enormous impact on my character.  There is so much truth to the idea that what you see and hear, what you put into your mind colors who you are.  When I started listening to rock and pop music, I know I changed. I allowed myself to get caught up in that rock culture. Now, I never embraced the "sex, drugs and rock n' roll" but my personality certainly changed for the worse. I could not see it at the time, but there is something about music that moves us in one direction or another.  My life changed again DRAMATICALLY when I found Christian radio--not the contemporary, but the beautiful hymns we all know and love.

The little song we learn in Sunday School is so true - -- - "Be careful little ears what you hear . . ."

Vintage?

Well friends, this lovely photo certainly isn't about my record shelf. I love to look at old decorating books from the 60's and 70's.  Sometimes I will search on the web for "vintage" kitchens or baths. I found this picture some time back. Except for the stove and oven unit, it looks like a kitchen I would like to have today.
I love the gold and yellow tones and the beautiful cabinets.

At a Church dinner the other day (we're always eating . . . .) I talked to some friends about color trends. I can better identify color trends of yesterday than today. I asked my friend, Debbie about which colors she felt were popular today. She said "gold."  I wanted to yell, "I'm set!"  I have lots of gold like this in our home. Our home was built I think in the very early 90's so there are lots of blues throughout the house, but there is also a touch of gold in some of the wallpaper. I have made the most of that gold with my accessories.

Am I vintage or trendy? Hmmm?

Christmas Memories

I remember this album from Moma and Daddy's collection; I could never figure out how to pronounce "Kostelanetz." I still don't think I could do it justice. I found this on ebay some time ago for "next to nothing." But to me, what a treasure.

The stereo set to the right is much like my Dad's. It folded down to open just like this. It made several big moves with our family, and when times were very difficult, it stacked and played records that put a little calm in everyone's hearts.

Ferrante and Teicher

Arthur Ferrante and Louis Teicher were often in our living room!  We had these two albums, and they were played frequently. These pianists had such a dramatic style of playing--the piece I remember most was the theme from the movie, Exodus. A selection I came to love later on was "As Long as He Needs Me" from the musical, Oliver!   







A couple of years ago, I found the album pictured above on E Bay and of course had to purchase it. We do have a record player, but I think I might get one of those frames which are designed for album covers and hang it on the wall. Hobby Lobby frequently features their frames at 50% off.


With the help of DS1, I have posted for your listening and viewing enjoyment, Ferrante and Teicher performing the theme from Exodus. 

Thanks, Mom and Dad!

 Welcome to my latest blog!  This blog is dedicated to the memory of my Mom and Dad--they were music lovers indeed.  Daddy was a true stereophile, loving sound recordings be they record, reel to reel, or CD. Moma and Daddy always had music on in the house, particularly when I was little.  We watched music programs all the time-PBS's "Evening with the Boston Pops," Lawrence Welk, the Wilburn Brothers, Hee Haw--every type of music you can imagine. I want to share some of those great music memories here.