Memories of summer evenings at Grandma’s house bring back the taste of sweet watermelon and corn on the cob. Everyone laughing, having a great time as we gathered together for our near-weekly ritual of bocce ball and cooking out on the patio, spending endless hours sharing stories. There you were, inspiring unplanned karaoke sessions.
Weekly Sunday pancake breakfast with my once-married parents and my younger brother. A tradition I loved; a time when the family peacefully gathered together in the kitchen. Your presence eased any tension that may have filled the room otherwise.
The first road trip with the man who stole my heart. Butterflies in my stomach, breeze blowing through my hair, the invincible feeling of falling in love taking over my mind and body. You were the welcomed third wheel.
A long run on a bitter cold winter morning after a sleepless night. Pounding the pavement through the quiet and dark neighborhood, you motivated me to keep going when I otherwise may have stopped.
Family bonding, cherished memories of a united household, falling in love for the first time, and fighting uphill at the final leg of a tough run. One commonality among all of these moments: oldies music.
The sounds of The Marvelettes and Stevie Wonder humming through the radio at my Grandma’s house, the Sunday morning Elvis Presley radio special accompanying our family breakfast, singing with my first and only love to Dean Martin as all the cares of the world melted away, and blaring another round of “Proud Mary” to bring me down the home stretch.
Oldies has provided comfort during tough times, joy during dark days, and elation during wonderful moments. Through the upbeat sounds and memorable lyrics, I discovered the meaning of love and loss and the importance of music through it all.
Love for oldies jams will never be forfeited or lost; our relationship goes too deep into my most painful and incredible memories.
Each area of my life is recorded to a soundtrack of doo-wop and 60s hits and for that I could not be more grateful. Oldies has revealed the true simplicity of loving deeply (“Like a river flows surely to the sea/Darling so it goes/some things are meant to be”) and living a happy life. Love for my family, friends and boyfriend extends beyond the depths of anything comprehensible, and I believe Elvis may have had a hand in that.
To the local oldies radio station and the superstars of the Motown era, thank you for providing the deepest love, greatest spontaneous dancing, and uplifting moments a girl can hope for.