love the foot in the air

Some memories stick and I don’t understand why.  Oftentimes I stop, and try to take whatever I am experiencing, and make it stick, make it soak into my memory bank for future recollection.

When I was really small I remember visiting my Baba & Guido in Kindersley, Saskatchewan.  I remember I was quite young, and I was sitting in the back seat, waiting in the car as oftentimes, we had to do when we were young.

The car was white, the picket fence in front of the house was white, and the street was unpaved but hardpacked with gravel. Small town in the prairie. Baba and Guido (Grandma & Grandpa) owned a small home on a quiet street, in a quiet town.  To a city boy it was awfully peaceful, you could hear crickets at night.

stunned by the moment

I think my Dad left the radio to keep me company, and the Beatles came on the radio ” I wanna hold your hand” (link!). I never listened to radio and didn’t listen until I was in my teens. Somehow this song “stuck” and with it the memory of little boy, in the back seat of white Ford, relaxing – parents will be right back.

Can you remember the first song you heard on the radio?