My great-grandmother (Betty, 80-something, Alzheimer's) isn't dead yet, but my family is already parting out her belongings. My loot? Some wine glasses, a couple of tumblers and a few old records. I am listening to one of those old records now -- "50 of the Most Loved Records of Your Life Vol. 1."
To my surprise, it includes a song (the last one on side 2) called "Twilight Time" by the Three Suns. I downloaded this song off the Internet back in '03 when I had a passing interest in loungey instrumental stuff from the '50s. I used to like to listen to it while I got high. I never imagined my great-grandmother, Betty, might have known it, or, perhaps, even known it well. She maybe even had memories associated with it -- perhaps even held it somewhere in her near-full consciousness with a corresponding experience, maybe meaningful, maybe not. Strange.
To my surprise, it includes a song (the last one on side 2) called "Twilight Time" by the Three Suns. I downloaded this song off the Internet back in '03 when I had a passing interest in loungey instrumental stuff from the '50s. I used to like to listen to it while I got high. I never imagined my great-grandmother, Betty, might have known it, or, perhaps, even known it well. She maybe even had memories associated with it -- perhaps even held it somewhere in her near-full consciousness with a corresponding experience, maybe meaningful, maybe not. Strange.
rys:
I like the looting while still alive concept. Means you still have time to ask where the crucial bits and pieces are... "Nan, can you remember where the key to the granfather clock is? Can you tell me when you last cleaned your fridge?" All vital bits of information best not taken to the grave.