[Dialogue] [Oe List ...] REMEMBER WHEN THE MUSIC

[Nancy Lanphear]

Dear Ones,

I have a story about one of the more famous pieces of Harry Chapin's music.
As you may know, our son Bruce and his family lived a long distance away
from us for many years - 21 Years?  Early on, I often said to Bruce and
Nancy that we would love to have them live closer, it may have come across
even stronger than that.

One day we received a letter from Bruce following their participation in a
concert of Chapin's.  He shared the words of the song, Cat's in the Cradle.
I was brokenhearted at the moment of reading the words.  Of course he was
right.  Back in the 60's, Fred and I chose to "save the world" , join the
Order and to leave our children behind - on their behalf, of course!  Bruce
asked us to please understand that he and Nancy had their work to do and
their choices to make.  He asked us to understand that they needed at least
5-10 years of career building before they could consider moving out of that
medical circle of which they were a part.

You all know that when Fred was diagnosed with ALS, Bruce and Nancy both
received offers to change their work location.  One of their choices was
Vancouver, BC in Canada.  They moved to Vancouver 2  1/2 years ago and
joined our other son, Bob and daughter Sandra in caring for us during the
very time we needed them most.

With love,

Nancy



2010/10/20 Janice Ulangca <aulangca at stny.rr.com>

>  Len Hockley, this is so wonderful!  Thank you, thank you!!
>
> This community is profoundly priviledged because we have lived the
> experiences in Harry Chapin's words.  But it's not just about the past.  I
> love these words from the next to last verse:
>
> **
>
> *        And I dream that something’s coming *
>
> *        And it is not just in the wind. *
>
> *        It’s more than just tomorrow. *
>
> *        It’s more than where we’ve been. *
>
> *        It offered me a promise *
>
> *        It’s telling me--Begin.  *
> **
> Friends, do listen to both these versions.  What contemporary news
> clippings would you put up to illustrate Harry Chapin's singing?
>
>
> (you can hear this sung by Harry Chapin at
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJhQrZuXheg&NR=1
>
> or by Bruce Springsteen at
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEvimXwEGgs&feature=related)
>  ------------------------------
>
> Then - do you want to sing along with Harry?  If you do, as I did, here are
> the words arranged close to how he sings the lines.  Janice Ulangca
>
>
> *Remember When The Music*
>
> by Harry Chapin
>
> Remember when the music
>
> Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire.
>
> And as we sang the words
>
> It would set our minds on fire.
>
> We believed in things,
>
> And so we’d sing
>
>
>
> Remember when the music
>
> Brought us all together
>
> To stand inside the rain,
>
> And as we joined our hands
>
> We’d meet in the refrain.
>
> We had dreams to live,
>
> And we had hopes to give
>
>
>
> Don’t you remember when the music
>
> Was the best of what we dreamed of
>
> For our children’s time,
>
> And as we sang we worked
>
> For we knew time was just a lie.
>
> A gift we say.
>
> A gift the future gave
>
>
>
> Of all the times I listened,
>
> And all the times I heard.
>
> All the melodies are missing
>
> And all the magic words
>
> And all those potent voices
>
> And all the choices we had then.
>
> How I’d love to find
>
> We had that kind of choice again
>
>
>
> Remember when the music
>
> Was a glow on the horizon
>
> Of every newborn day,
>
> And as we sang the sun came up
>
> To chase the dark away.
>
> And life was good
>
> For we knew we could
>
>
>
>  Remember when the music
>
> Brought the night across the valley.
>
> As the day went down
>
> And as we’d hum the melody
>
> We’d be safe inside the sound
>
> And so we’d sleep
>
> For we had dreams to keep
>
>
>
> And I dream that something’s coming
>
> And it is not just in the wind.
>
> It’s more than just tomorrow.
>
> It’s more than where we’ve been.
>
> It offered me a promise
>
> It’s telling me--Begin.
>
> I know it’s that even something’s worth believing in
>
>
>
> Remember when the music
>
> Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire
>
> And as we sang the words
>
> It would set our minds on fire
>
> We believed in things
>
> And so we’d sing
>
> And so we’d sing.
>
>
>
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