Saturday, July 11, 2009
Dad Sings
As promised, the excerpts start here.
"He loved new technology and gadgets and I could see he was impressed by the capabilities of my I-touch, although at times he seemed a little confused by what it was doing. I showed him a few of the features, calendar, Internet access, before I remembered that I had music on it, too. Music being one of Dad’s great loves, I thought he might enjoy hearing something melodic.
As I scrolled through my albums wondering what he might enjoy, I stopped on Somewhere Over the Rainbow, sung by Israel Kamakawiwo‘ole, a weighty and much-beloved Hawaiian singer and ukelele player. This is a great song, soothing and lovely and I thought he would probably recognize it. Choosing the song, I held the machine up to Dad’s ear and heard the first sweet strains of Israel’s ukulele. To my surprise, Dad started singing along with the music; he sat, eyes unfocused, face peaceful, singing out of tune and obviously copying the words he was hearing, every now and then concentrating to make out or remember a word. I caught the eye of another woman there visiting her aged mother and we smiled at each other, each aware of the other’s purpose in being there, sharing a moment of understanding. I sat there, entranced for the length of the song, treasuring this quiet moment with my Dad as he enjoyed the music and found his voice once again."
"He loved new technology and gadgets and I could see he was impressed by the capabilities of my I-touch, although at times he seemed a little confused by what it was doing. I showed him a few of the features, calendar, Internet access, before I remembered that I had music on it, too. Music being one of Dad’s great loves, I thought he might enjoy hearing something melodic.
As I scrolled through my albums wondering what he might enjoy, I stopped on Somewhere Over the Rainbow, sung by Israel Kamakawiwo‘ole, a weighty and much-beloved Hawaiian singer and ukelele player. This is a great song, soothing and lovely and I thought he would probably recognize it. Choosing the song, I held the machine up to Dad’s ear and heard the first sweet strains of Israel’s ukulele. To my surprise, Dad started singing along with the music; he sat, eyes unfocused, face peaceful, singing out of tune and obviously copying the words he was hearing, every now and then concentrating to make out or remember a word. I caught the eye of another woman there visiting her aged mother and we smiled at each other, each aware of the other’s purpose in being there, sharing a moment of understanding. I sat there, entranced for the length of the song, treasuring this quiet moment with my Dad as he enjoyed the music and found his voice once again."
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