Those who have not read Part I and Part II can read them here and here

As we grow older the past becomes more and more clear in our memories and dear to our hearts. However, when I look back I find my entire life has been a never ending journey of recreating the past. Here by past I mean my formative years. I love re-reading the books which I used to read in school. I love to listen to the songs which I would hear on radio when I wan in my early and late teens. I love to fill my home with those artifacts which we were in habit of using in days of yore. For example, the earthen pot for storing portable water. The water in the pot used to be cool and carry the earthy fragrance of the pot. My father would mix a tiny pinch of alum to purify it which further added to its flavour. I still buy an earthen pot beginning of each summer notwithstanding the refrigerator at home. Chilled water from the fridge is a cause of sore throat and generally avoided.

But this post is not about earthen pots but all about songs. At 9.00 PM sharp, me and my sister would sit by to listen to the radio after studies. My sister was fond on English songs. On certain days of the week a Program was aired which played the popular songs (Western) of those days. I have forgotten the name of the Program but the songs I have not. The other day I came across one of those which made our hearts soar. I shared the You Tube link with sis on WhatsApp. She was overjoyed as she was also searching for the same song for quite sometime.

The deep sonorous voice of British Song Writer and Singer, Roger Whittakar is charming enough. The beautiful lyrics weaved in wistful notes still hold the same magic. Do listen in.

The next song tells a story. I liked its beat and catchy tune. First heard this song at my cousin’s who had an enviable collection of Long Playing Records and the shorter ones (45 rpms). Pat Boone was an American singer and actor of the 50s and 60’s. Sharing one of my all time favourites sung by him.

How can the list be complete without Frank Sinatra and Nancy Sinatra. So here it is.

I hope you all will also love these songs. Let me also know your yester year favourites.

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About gc1963

A working woman with interests in reading, writing, music, poetry and fine arts.

8 responses »

  1. A memorable post, Geeta. I, of course, remember all those songs. It is fascinating to know that my own progeny like The Beatles. My favourite of that period is actually Tom Paxton, whose Rambling Boy possibly influenced my blog title.

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  2. Your two bit gyaan on gaan has taken eons from reaching part I to part III. Still I couldn’t reach its part II by following the given link. Please check. And let me acknowledge that this gyaan is invaluable. Your readers are fortunate from this point of view.

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  3. ryinger77's avatar ryinger77 says:

    chiaroscuro! Thank you for the new word. To learn that the smartest human used it for dramatic effect priceless. I’m a decade ahead of you in our common journey and the poet Bob Dylan has always spoken to me. I am the thief on the watchtower. Looking forward to hearing your thoughts.

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  4. majaalifee's avatar majaalifee says:

    Memories serve as an alarm clock for old emotions, moments and days. Have a nice day.

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