During one part of my childhood it was: Neil Diamond, Chuck Mangione, Frank Sinatra, Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, soundtracks to the Man of La Mancha, Fiddler on the Roof, music from Disney movies. Then, during my pre and teen years, it went more like: America, Carol King, James Taylor, the Bay City Rollers, Earth, Wind & Fire, Bread, Christopher Cross, Jim Croce, Harry Chapin, John Denver. Quite a well-rounded variety of music in my opinion.
What I recall most about hearing the music was the feeling that I could forget anything that was going on around me, especially when it was loud enough to drown out everything else. I can clearly remember, as a child, standing or sitting in the middle of the living room and letting the music sweep over me — it was an escape. If I was alone listening to the soundtrack of a movie or Broadway show, I’d sing out loud and imagine myself on the stage in front of a huge audience. Belting out a Barbra Streisand song, believing and hoping that someday I could sing just like her, was such fun for me.
When our grandchildren lived with us, the youngest always asked me to sing to her as she got ready to go to sleep. I found myself going back to the songs I heard in my childhood, John Denver in particular, to sing to her as she quieted her mind and drifted off to her own dreams.
There is no great story behind how I came to enjoy music. My love of music comes from my parents, brothers and sisters, sharing their favorite singers and musicians very early in my life. Today, they all get the big Thank You!! XO