I've been meaning to post this video for awhile now. My little sister took this video of our grandmother, who is 94 years old and whose mind is slowly slipping away. I love music. My whole family loves music. And almost always, when I hear a song on the radio, it will remind me of someone or something in the past. I guess my grandmother makes the same connection with people and music. Here is my sister's description of the video from the vimeo website:
My grandmother, like many grandmothers, is a pack rat. So, my mom and I were going through her many things to decide what could be tossed out or given away to Goodwill. I came across an old envelope on which she had written out what seemed to be a poem. Then one day, I was listening to the complete recordings of Benny Goodman and realized that those words were from an old Jazz standard. I started to sing it to her and the lyrics came back to her so easily and she sang along. Now she sings it again all the time and I giggle because clearly she connects the song to a former love.
My dinner at the Melting Pot with some friends last night was a lot of fun, and well deserved after the day I had yesterday. 
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