My theme is Musical Memories: The Memories that music brings rushing back.
It was the early 70's. Just a few years until we'd realize Daddy had colon cancer. I was an adolescent. And Daddy was taking me - just me - to the first and only concert in our little town in S.E. Texas that a true celebrity ever gave. That I have ever known of anyway.
It was held in our Jr. High auditorium. Daddy was very excited about the concert. I was very excited to be Daddy's date. Ernest Tubb and his Texas Troubadours, known for many country music tunes and the readily recognizable "Waltz Across Texas", "Walking the Floor Over You", and the "Wabash Cannonball".
The curtain came up on E.T. and his band and they were all in tailored western suits, western ties and cowboy hats. The room was packed and they played a steady stream of foot-stomping country ballads and honky-tonk style tunes.
After the show, everyone was invited and encouraged by Tubb to stay and visit out front, in the lobby. Daddy hung back, and as the crowd thinned out, he stepped up to Tubb. They spoke and visited and slapped backs and laughed. Daddy introduced me to him and he hugged me. Daddy bought a photo and he autographed it. The way they carried on, you'd think they were old friends. Were they? I have no idea. I never thought to ask Daddy.
Did I enjoy the night? Very much. Did I realize what an honor I had at the time? Not at all.
Years later, Daddy was gone and I was in college at SFA in Nacogdoches. There were two tunes you'd hear wafting through Griffin Hall all day and all night: "Loving, Touching, Squeezing" by Journey and "Waltz Across Texas" by Ernest Tubb.
A few more years pass by and I'm cleaning out the house.(Pete & I lived in Mama & Daddy's old house.) I was burning things I'd hauled out in a trash barrel outside. Too late, I realized that autographed picture was in the fire by mistake. I grabbed it out, but half was already gone, so I just let it drop back into the barrel. Gone. Just like Mama and Daddy. Just gone. Alive and real only in my memories, only in me, and living on in my children.
Did you ever do something with a parent you failed to realize the significance of at the time?
Every lose a cherished memento?
Ever have a special date night with your daddy or mama?