Generations

Time has a different meaning by the time you get to my age.

I don't feel any older than I have felt in years, or maybe ever, but I remember things that happened fifty or even sixty years ago like they were last week!

My granddaughter and I went to a band concert in Franklin Park tonight and it was so nostalgic. I remember going to band concerts with my grandmother when I was probably only three years old and I loved it. I have always loved the Sousa marches best, but the lonely tunes of the trumpet and the mellow crooning of the clarinet playing big band songs still hollow out my heart and make it ache with a longing I don't understand. Nothing has changed except the clothes.

The sky is still the same. The trees still loom over us. The crickets still chirp and the babies still dance to the music.

I wonder if my granddaughter will go to band concerts with her granddaughter and sit under the same sky and trees and listen to the descendants of these crickets some day?