Two sibs in their 70’s are
out to dinner with their spouses and the one says, “I woke up singing ‘There
was her mother, her father, her sister and her brother'….” And the other sib spontaneously joins in the singing to the end
of the verse! And the beauty of it being that it was an illicit song (I Never
See My Maggie Alone) we learned at our cousin’s house when we were about 5 and 6
and probably had not heard/sung in the intervening 60+ years! That’s family!
That’s a musical hug!
Perhaps our brains are a bit like a
nickel-fed jukebox arm that goes back and forth searching through the
records until it finds the right "tune" memory and begins to play. How nice when two jukeboxes are working in unison!
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