When Daddy retired, Mama made him the official family dishwasher. He says she can dirty up every pot, bowl, and skillet in the kitchen. She secretly admits that he's right (but don't tell Daddy). Yesterday, I visited with him during his Sunday dishwashing, which involves closing himself off in the kitchen, cranking up a boom box that sits on a yellow bookcase spilling over with CDs, and listening to what he calls "MY music" as loud as he wants. On the play list yesterday was Rod Stewart singing great old standards like "Someone to Watch Over Me." We both started singing along, and I commented that I had never really cared for Rod's voice—usually sounded hoarse, like it probably hurt him to sing—but I thought he sounded great on these songs. And Daddy said, "Well, all that rock music he used to sing made him sound hoarse—these songs smoothed him right out."
[Daddy and I always did gravitate toward music together. Note the hi-fi in the background of this pic. And the lovely Olan Mills portrait of yours truly.]
I LOVE this one, Val! My Daddy and I connected over music too so I know where you're coming from. One of our favorite tricks was tuning that little radio (the one in the kitchen so we could listen while doing dishes) BACK to the country station evah time Ma tuned it to that creepy ol easy listen or POP or whatever wasn't country!! Great memories, thanks!!
Posted by: Cindy | January 27, 2014 at 06:46 AM
Too funny! I can just imagine: "Great Scots, turn off that pop mess and put the country station back on!"
Posted by: Valerie | January 27, 2014 at 08:13 AM