I suppose it's not as great a feat as it once was given medical science in all. In fact, it was a year ago that she had her first stroke (literally) on the eve of her 89th birthday. A year and another stroke later, we gathered with a group of women at the skilled nursing facility she's in and had a sing along, cake and ice cream, and just celebrated.
It wasn't a large party but it was a big one in that, had you asked me at this time last year if I thought we'd be having it, I probably would have said, "No." Yet here we were - me with two of my brothers and my big sister - leading a sing along to standards like "You're a Grand Old Flag" and "Ain't She Sweet."
|Mom's engagement picture|
My dad couldn't remember the words to any song (why remember when you could just scat bum-diddy-bum-diddy-do to just about anything?) but he loved to hear her play. His face would light up and he would whistle along.
|Painting of our parents |
by my sister, Paula Villanova
My folks went to fancy dances at the country club and yacht club (which sound far snootier than they really were). Sometimes my mom would be in the kitchen getting dinner ready and my dad would walk in, whistling, and grab her to give a quick spin and a dip. She would always growl, "Paul I'm trying to get dinner on the table," and he would wander off with a grin on his face. Music and dance - what a happy set of memories to have when I think of my folks.
|my folks dancing at my wedding in '88|
As we grew, all of us had our own phonographs. Never the close 'n play kind of crap but a real stereo with a record changer and two speakers and everything! We also had transistor radios - and not just the AM ones but ones that picked up those crazy underground FM stations that were starting to emerge.
Hell, 50 years ago she let me try to stay up late to watch the Beatles on Ed Sullivan and let my big brother Phil take me to see my very first movie: A Hard Day's Night. He took me to the Satuit Playhouse, where I was so small, he had to hold his knee against the seat to keep it in the upright position so I could sit on top to see the screen. I remember asking him why all the girls in the theatre kept screaming to which he replied, "I wish I knew...." It was years later before I understood what his answer really was.
My tastes in music were formed in the sounds of those early years of the big bands, rat pack and crooners that my parents loved and the emerging underground radio of my youth. Back when WBCN in Boston introduced me to music as diverse as Jimmy Buffett, Gil Scott Heron and Steeleye Span (sometimes all in a single set). Mom never did get my love of Bruce Springsteen or the Ramones or even where I developed a taste in classical music along the way. Sometimes she would tease me about it, mocking it on the days I was allowed to listen to "my music" in the car, sometimes she would just flip the dial back to her music. When they moved back up from Florida a few years ago, my sons were helping unpack and Pi had on a Flogging Molly shirt. My mom asked what a Flogging Molly was and he replied, "It's where your Irish music meets my Irish music in a happy, drunken place."
|All of us for my dad's 88th birthday|
Shortly before he died this year, we were listening to the Frank Sinatra channel on XM when my dad lamented how kids like my sons would never hear the great rhythms and melodies of the Big Bands. So I played Reel Big Fish's "Don't Stop Skanking" for him and he smiled and felt like Pi would be OK with that crazy stuff he likes.
But music was always part of our household and continues to be.
My love of music, and my feeble attempts at playing, come from her. So it seemed right and fitting that yesterday there were generations of us there to sing and play and rejoice. I know we won't have her much longer. Medical science has come a long way, but not so far as to grant immortality and eternal youth. But it really was a lovely afternoon and the refrain of "Ain't She Sweet" is stuck in my head. It swings back and forth from my brother's voice to Paul McCartney's to my dad's whistling, but what's important is it's there.