“There may be a great fire in our soul,
yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it,
and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.”
― Vincent van Gogh
(image The Smokey Mountians, credit Pixabay)
A hundred moons ago, my cousin and I…
a cousin who was more brother than cousin,
…well we’d spend the better part of our latter teens and early 20’s perched at a British Pub
in Atlanta listening to such classics as Waltzing Matilda and Over There…
Despite this being the late 70’s and the early 80’s, one would think it was actually the early
part of the 20th century during a First World War.
Of course, that was on the weekends when the lovely older woman would come in to play
the piano, while we’d all gather around said piano, singing such classic songs of days gone by…
songs such as those sung while our boys were indeed still “over there”…
in a different lifetime, far removed from our own but one we still knew.
Yet on other nights, the bar would play the songs of such groups as the Platters…
my cousin’s favorite group.
My cousin was killed in a car wreck in 1980…
he was 23 and I was 21…
There were a handful of tapes found in his car at the time of his accident,
I kept two of the tapes–one being the Platter’s tape.
‘Smoke gets in your eyes.’
Oddly this wee granddaughter of mine seems to love riding in the car while listening to
such golden oldies…
“Joy belongs to those who understand that
earth is but a rehearsal
for heaven. Nothing in life is wasted
that remembers this.”