Weird title? Perhaps. I was cleaning yesterday and listening to music on the CMT channel and I was just reminiscing. Country Music and I go back as far as my first memories. I grew up with it, and not just by listening to it occasionally, it was on ALL the time. Of course, I went through other music as well and was a huge New Kids on the Block fan from the age of 5-8 and then I got into boy bands and classic rock into my teens. Country music will always hold the number 1 spot though, there’s just this feeling I get when I listen to it. A feeling so deep in my gut and soul that just means everything.
Everyone has this one thing, this something that brings a lifetime of memories and feeling from the depths. No matter how hard you try to suppress them and no matter how long they’ve been hidden, they just come back to the surface in a split second. Mine is country and I believe it always will be. When I was little and before I was born, my parents sang in a band with their friends. It was called first Kelly and the Midnight Special and then Glenn and the Country Drifters and then changed to Ambush. When I was about 4 or 5, they let me sing on stage with them and I sang songs by Kentucky Headhunters and Marty Stuart. Now, you may not even know who those are, so quick, go look them up. You probably still don’t know, but that’s ok! I was a ham for the attention, really. I loved it and have several home videos of me showing off and the rare appearance of me being a little shy (only on stage) while singing.
When we went to my grandparents house, county music was blasting from the speakers of my Grandpa’s garage. There was never a time where it wasn’t on. I can still see us running around while Garth brooks rang through the yard through those old speakers. The smell of the bonfires, the laughs we all shared while picking on my grandma, or tasting the smores we were adament on making every time we were there. My Grandparents, sadly, sold that house a few years back and I was more sad than I cared to admit. To me- that place was more home than anywhere else. It was an old house with creeky steps, a scary attic, and a dining room that held ALL of us during Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. It was the cold front porch where my grandma stored the pies in the winter during those dinners and where we played cards in the summer mornings. It was where my Grandma cornered my-then-boyfriend (and now husband) and asked him when he was going to propose. It had the yard and the garage that catered to our weekend events and those bonfires where we roasted the marshmallows (sometimes until they were too burnt) for the smores we ate. It was where the clothes hung on the lines, where Grandpa stored his hot rods, where the old swing set was, and most importantly-where 75% of my happiest of memories and some of the scarier ones are.
Thinking about it makes me cry so easily. Not just because I miss being there, but because I am so happy that I have those and can remember them so fondly. Now that my Grandma is gone, the memories mean even more but I hope to someday be able to share those memories with the family I am creating. I want my children to feel so happy that they could burst when they think about the times we have, wherever we are. It doesn’t have to be a house with creeky stairs or a big dining room, or a place where we can have bonfires- we can create many memories wherever we are. I hope that when they are older and look back on their younger days, they can remember the details and the laughs, the people and the place, but most importantly- I hope they can remember how amazing they feel when thinking of them. I hope they create their own Country music memories- even if it’s not country at all.