As I was driving my children home from a family gathering recently, I decided to pop in one of my seldom-heard-lately but favorite music CDs: "Standing in the Safety Zone" by The Fairfield Four.
I like all kinds of music (much to the chagrin of my hip husband who likes to hide my "Sound of Music" CD when guests come over for dinner). The Fairfield Four is an old-school gospel group that has been in existence in one form or another for over 80 years. If you are a fan of traditional American music, you should give their acapella gospel harmonies a listen. I first bought the CD because I fell in love with the men on the cover, wearing an engaging combination of over-alls and tuxedos (don't you love it?):
Listening to this CD brought back a wonderful memory for me.
A few years ago, I was working through my long list of "to dos" as I prepared to sell my home in Richmond, Virginia for our move to Boston. We had hired a lovely gentleman, Mr. Eldredge, to do some painting to spruce the place up a bit. One day he and I were working side by side. As he painted the front door, I was nearby feverishly trying to remove small handprints and dried play-doh from our living room shelves before the first potential buyers arrived. I put in my Fairfield Four CD for a little background music.
And then, the "ta-da" moment: Mr. Eldredge started to sing along in the type of baritone voice that makes you stop in your tracks and take pause. I couldn't believe it! Not only did he know my music -- but he sang as if he loved it. At the song's end, I said:
"Why, Mr. Eldredge, you know that song. You sound wonderful!"
"Well, now, you know I do love that song. I believe I sang that one at the White House for President Clinton. Or maybe it was the first President Bush..."
Yippee! I felt as though I'd won the lottery. I asked him to put down his paint brush and tell me all about it. It turned out he was part of an elite group of singers who has sung for many a president. And here he was in my presence. Painting my front door and singing a song I cherished. I wanted to capture this moment in a box and carry it around with me to remind me what happiness feels like when I need a lift.
Sometimes music transcends. More often, people do. Have you had a moment like this -- when you realized one of your "discoveries" was loved by someone else? Music or not, we'd love to hear about it.