O Tannenbaum by Dave Brubeck
Jazz great, Dave Brubeck, passed away yesterday just one day shy of his 92nd birthday after giving us decades of soulful music. I will admit that he did not appear in my iTunes library until about a year ago. I wasn't familiar with the name. "What?!" you say - and deservedly so. But let me interject that, although I wasn't familiar with the name, as soon as I took a listen, I knew that his music had been part of the fabric in the background of my life. Take Five is classic - a must own. My son-in-law is the one who brought the Brubeck name to the forefront. I don't know why I was surprised to learn that he liked to listen to Jazz but I was - I think it involved a birthday or Christmas wish list. Nevertheless, whenever I hear a name of an artist with which I'm not familiar, I go browsing. And this Christmas album was one that ended up in my library. The beginning of the song suggests that wandering you do while hunting down this year's perfect tree. When the familiar melody begins it is, musically, that "moment" when you've found "the one." You stand there envisioning it with the star on top and all your precious ornaments sparkling between its branches with lights twinkling all around. The moment deserves a Dave Brubeck song.
My grandson called me yesterday while I was figuring out today's post - experimenting with different ideas. He asked, "Grandma, what are you doing?" Just then my oven timer went off and I asked if he could hear the beeping. He said he could. "Do you know what that means?" Silence. "It means that Grandma is baking cookies!" (Oh, that he lived close enough to beg his mom to drive him right over for a taste!)
Then he asks me, "Grandma, do you have cookie cutters? We do!" And, with his 3 year old mind, in which all things are possible, he runs to the kitchen and "shows" me their cookie cutters - over the phone. No - we were not on Face Time! I listened to him as he rummaged through, showing me various ones. I "wowed" and "oohed" like a good grandma. Throughout the conversation he "showed" me how he brushes his hair and something else about playing ball. It was a lovely afternoon chat that, for a moment, erased the 600 miles separating us.