2.12.14 Adam News and Info
Feb 12, 2014 22:05:07 GMT -5
Post by dontshakemytree on Feb 12, 2014 22:05:07 GMT -5
Yeah, I know, I know.....but let me have this dream.....I dream BIG!!
Just remembered...I also took my mother to what was called at the time The Brendan Byrne Arena in The Meadowlands to see yet another musical legend...Frank Sinatra on his 75th Birthday Tour!
Sigh......to bring it back to Adam:
I remember watching my mother's face as Frank walked onto the stage.....her face just lit up as she sat forward in her seat and I heard her murmur "Oh, Fraaaaaaank!" Yeah, I smiled. But it melted my heart....
She was one of his bobbysoxers at the Brooklyn Paramount back in the early 40's....and there she was all those years later, still the fan girl, still loving his voice.... She never sat back in her seat until the concert was over.
I am my mother's daughter in many ways and I am confident I will be just as mesmerized watching Adam perform many years from now as I was when I saw him on GNT....just hope one of my kids will take me!
A beautiful memory. Thank you.
My mom died just a few hours after I watched Adam perform "Ray of Light" at the VH1Divas.
This song and this memory will always be a signal - a signpost, for me. She is flying. She has found her way into the everywhere.
I opened her hope chest and found three 'albums' - the 33 1/3 kind.
One was 'Dances of the Pacific" - music of Hawaii/Tahiti/Figi/Maori that she treasured. She was a Polynesian dancer. The other two were the musical score of 'Camelot' with Richard Burton, Julie Andrews, and Robert Goulet - and romantic songs performed by Jack Jones, who sang very much like Sinatra.
Why these three albums were in her hope chest - along with baby shoes, locks of hair, love notes from my father - - - is a question that provides a little key into her heart; into her knowing.
She remains eternally romantic.
I took these albums, and together with a portrait, and the veil and preserved flowers from her wedding cake I made a little testament to her at the Temple at Burning Man. A little shrine, maybe. I gave me comfort, for I never saw the mesmerized loveliness you experienced with your mother.
The dream my mom and dad shared had died many years before.
I know she sat on the edge of her seat in her quest for love.
Like you, I, also, am my mother's daughter in many ways.
My heart will always be my compass.
And, on a lighter note, my children are already shaking their heads over who will preserve the Adam memorabilia!
Oh, Momtomany! Thank you for sharing your memories of your mother! You have such a precious gift of putting your emotions into words....I read your posts and it feels like I'm enjoying poetry...
It sounds like your mother was a true romantic....and yes, you are your mother's daughter.
My mother lives with us now and she will be 94 this summer. Slowing down a little, getting a little confused, forgetful....about recent events but can remember things that happened decades ago. I sometimes get tired and frustrated..especially now that I'm not working and here all day, every day.....Your thoughtful words remind me to be a little more attentive....to enjoy her time here with us, for however long we have......thank you!
you always make me smile 
Let's celebrate the music together!
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