Every so often in this life I have a glimpse of that special thing we call love …
Every so often in this life I am blessed with a glimpse of what I call eternity …
This happened to me a few days ago. I was at a gathering of friends and we were listening to a singer. Someone said he sounded like a combination of Dean Martin and Nat King Cole. He had that low mellow voice that wrapped you up in the songs, and I’m guessing evoked memories in everyone, I know he made me remember.
Music has a magic way of awakening feelings, of transporting us to other times and places. It has always been a huge part of my life in one way or another. In high school, it was the big bands and canteen dances. It was fun and laughter and celebrations of the end of World War II. Hearing big bands to this day brings back those feelings of happy times, the war was over and life in America was good. It was people loving people, white picket fences, home cooked meals, and apple pie —golden times.
Marriage to my high school sweetheart brought another type of music. It was the years of Andy Williams, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Louie Armstrong, and Nat King Cole. It was Too Young, Because, Moon River, Shadow of Your Smile, Lara’s Theme, As Time Goes By, and many others.
My husband and I used to share a glass of our favorite red wine while he strummed the guitar and softly sang those songs to me, many times sitting before the glow of the fireplace on cold winter evenings—truly golden days.
And then there were the special times when Bill would sing Scarlet Ribbons and Sunrise Sunset to our daughters. I loved watching their faces while their daddy was singing to them. It was the look of love shining from their eyes, my heart swells with joy when I remember—oh so wonderful golden memories.
So today when I hear those songs I am magically transported to another time and place, to winter evenings in front of the fireplace with Bill softly playing the guitar and singing, to picnics in the den floor, and our daughters roasting marshmallows in the fireplace and laughing with their dad, and my tears threaten to fall, even after forty long years—memories of love.
My mind was far away from this present year of 2017 as I sat listening to the singer several days ago. I was sipping a little red wine when I was brought back to reality by the touch of a friend. He saw and knelt down beside me and softly spoke a few words to me, he saw the tears that threatened but had not fallen. I want to say thank you to a very perceptive friend, your gift of compassion and caring touched my heart—glimpses of love.
I think maybe our Lord gives us encouragement through other people. I believe He spoke through my friend to tell me He knows my heart and He cares, even after forty years. And I wonder how often I miss that still small voice that speaks to us of hope and love. It isn’t always as visible and audible as my friend kneeling beside me—glimpses of eternity.
And I wonder, am I so consumed with my own pain that I fail to see the pain of others.
My friend saw and he spoke a few words that lifted my heart.
Betty Kerss Groezinger 
Betty – You said it all! Enjoyed the music, it was very
well done – emotional at times. . . .. . Dorothy Sheridan
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Music is very emotional for me — particularly the older music! Like the singer we had last week!
Thank you so much, Dorothy.
Betty
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Hi Betty.
I passed by Coronado Street at noon today, en route to an errand on Britain Road. And I commented to Gene that’s the street you used to live on. So we thought of you today. Enjoyed your remembrance of the 1970’s and your BEAUTIFUL photo. We all had long hair then but you were gorgeous! Back in 1971, I was 26 years old and married but no child until 1977. My Tim will be 40 in October; hard for me to believe.
Love,
Bonnie
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Thank you Bonnie! We Texas women did have lots of hair in 1971!
And I’d had the hairdresser put a brown rinse on it!
I was hoping for more reddish tones!
Hugs, Betty
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Through your gift of words, I am forever grateful you allowed me (and others) to glimpse back with you to such cherished, heartfelt memories.
Forever your friend,
Oscar
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Thank you, Oscar. It’s the small things that make a gigantic difference in people’s lives.
And thank you for the special times we have at MacArthur Hills
And for all the special friends who live here.
Betty
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Love your writings. Expressing our words is some of the best way to release our feelings.
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Loved this! The Lord truly does minister to us through people who love us through difficult times and good times as well. He never leaves or forsakes us. Phyllis
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How sweet!!! 😘💕
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Your writings touch me on many levels. Your gift of words and your faith come through clearly, thank you for sharing.You are indeed special to those of us fortunate enough to receive these jewels.
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Thank you so much — that’s so encouraging to hear.
Betty
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Betty, I wish I had even half of your talent with the written word.
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So beautifully written, Betty. Memories to me of another time and place in my life. With tears in my eyes, I thank you.
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