Block 29

Block 29

1963,

going on vacation to Florida.
Pop in the cooler,
those little,
individual packages
of spreadable cheese
and club crackers were just new
and we had them.

Rolling down the highway,
snacks upon request,
books to read,
parents to talk to
(and oh how I always talked in the car,
poor Mom and Dad)

when this song came on the radio:

(If I had to choose just one day)

If I had to choose just one day

To last my whole life through

It would surely be that Sunday

The day that I met you

Newborn whippoorwills were calling from the hills
Summer was a-coming in but fast

Lots of daffodils were showing off their skills

Nodding all together, I could almost hear them whisper

"Go on, kiss her, go on and kiss her"

If I had to choose one moment

To live within my heart

It would be that tender moment

Recalling how we started

Darling, it would be when you smiled at me

That way, that Sunday, that summer

(Newborn whippoorwills were calling from the hills)

(Summer was a-comin' in but fast)

(Lots of daffodils were showin' off their skills)

(Nodding all together, I could almost hear them whisper)

("Go on, kiss her, go on and kiss her")

If I had to choose one moment

To live within my heart

Recalling how we started

Darling, it would be when you smiled at me

That way, that Sunday, that summer

 Artist: Nat King Cole

-peak Billboard position # 12 in 1963

-Words and Music by George David Weiss and Joe Sherman

If you have never

heard it sung,

let alone sung by Nat King Cole,

you MUST LISTEN. . .

Daffodils are a blessing to me.

Nothing romantic about them

the song,

I find,

just relaxing . .

I hear it

and I mellow out immediately.

 (Note to self . . . .

you really must try to call them

by their given name,

Jonquils!)

The same when I see daffodils,

especially the King Alfred variety . . .

they make me smile

and return me back

to a pleasant drive

from Indiana to Florida . . .

one day

One Sunday . .

but it was winter . . actually Christmas vacation.

An aside . . .

we were snowbound in Georgia

both going

and coming home.

But it was still a great vacation

spent with Lee and Margaret.

Dear Lord,

Thank you for Margaret and her mom, Aunt Ora. You know how much they meant to me.

Thank you for allowing me to return to Florida at an age when I would have more memories than the memory of losing my pink bunny on the train when Mom and I went when I was quite young.  Well, I guess I do remember the berths being made up on that train ride also . . but losing that pink bunny was a heart breaker.

Thank you for giving us daffodils. As the song says, they do show their skills when they nod in the breeze. 

Thank you for giving me so many visuals that make me smile. I never knew I had so many until I started this sampler. 

You are so wise with the gifts you bestow on each and every one of us.

Amen
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