I’ve been thinking A LOT about my Dad lately.
Lots of random memories have come to my mind recently. I remember being in the backseat of the station wagon with my brothers and their friends. My Dad was driving us somewhere. One of my brother’s friends made the observation that my Dad, “Just drives.” All of us kids were in the backseat laughing and talking while my dad was in the front “just driving.”
My Dad didn’t talk a lot. I can remember taking long drives just me and my Dad and not talking at all. It wasn’t uncomfortable, we just didn’t talk. So, my Dad didn’t talk much and he sure DIDN’T dance! The other day, I was riding in the front seat of my car with my mom. I let her pick the music; it was hot outside and it was really affecting me. I just leaned my head back against the headrest and stared out the window. My Mom listens to either the 50s, 60s, or 70s channel on my XM radio.
Ocassionally, I can dig it because I know so many of the songs from hearing them growing up. My Mom was listening to the 70s on 7 and I didn’t immediately recognize this song but I found it strange that I knew all the words and could sing them if I wasn’t so tired. It wasn’t until the refrain started that I knew what song it was.
I’ve heard this song numerous times and my Mom would always tell the story of when she was dating my Dad and this song came on and he sang along and danced! Granted, it was just arm rolls finished off with a finger in the air but I’ve NEVER witnessed this. My mom would show me or us how he danced to it so now I think of him doing that and smile. I smile because I miss my Dad, who I only called “Daddy,” and witnessing my mom tell the story, she smiles at the memory which makes me smile at seeing too.
“Too Late to Turn back Now” Cornelius Bros and Sister Rose