Wednesday, July 4, 2012

A Yankee memory


I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy


A Yankee Doodle, do or die

A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam

Born on the Fourth of July

I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart

She's my Yankee Doodle joy


Yankee Doodle came to London


Just to ride the ponies


I am the Yankee Doodle Boy!

 Every Fourth of July, this song starts nudging at me.  It begins as a whisper


that swirls and twirls inside my head. Once I acknowledge its existence, it


then crescendo's with my entire body coming to full attention!  I embrace 


this old song with gusto... arms pumping in time to the music, words 


coming back to me as if it was only yesterday that this tune was sung around 


a family table.  And whom do I see sitting across from me?  My father-in-law!


Yes, a person who did not embrace me when I married his son. Someone 


who would lash out at me as I didn't match his expectations of what his 


daughter-in-law should be like.  I had expected a Hallmark card relationship 


but didn't get one.  We were both disappointed but would try to pick up the


pieces and move on one more time.  


It was a Fourth of July, many years ago, that we were living in Geneva,


Switzerland.  My in-laws had made a stop from a bus tour of Europe, to


visit us.  I was missing the familiarity of the good ol' USA on this special


holiday.  And I found out that my father-in-law was, too.  Maybe even


more so for him as he was a veteran of WWII.  Seeing Europe, brought


back memories as it does for so many who fought for our country.


Add to that all the things he was encountering on this trip that were so 


foreign to him... words, food, attitudes.  He was out of his comfort


zone!


There we sat at this table waiting for our supper to be ready... both


deep in our own thoughts.  And then it started.  I don't remember which


one of us did it, but it doesn't matter.  Unabashedly, we both sat there


and filled the air with this song... singing with American pride!  Trying to 


fill what was missing that day.  We had found common ground and we  


embraced that!  


It was a moment in time that I will never forget.  And I believe he felt 


the same way. He has passed for over 10 years, now, but every Fourth


of July I remember that time... those few minutes of that day... where


we were family!  John.... this song is for you!!!!  Do you hear me singing??





2 comments:

  1. Hi! You don't know me (yet) but I think that we live in the same area! I found your blog and LOVE it! I have nominated you for a Liebster award! Please stop by and pick it up! Maybe someday, we'll run into each other...I hope so!
    xo,
    Kimberly
    http://www.serendipityrefined.com/2012/07/liebster-and-versatile-blogger-awards.html

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  2. Hi Kadee! What a poignant story. Love your blog!

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