My Grandmom died forty years ago. Even though I’ve raised a kid to adult hood since then and enjoyed a lot of Thanksgivings, the Norman Rockwell style of Thanksgiving really died with her. Everything else has been a pale imitation. They started playing Christmas songs at the Walmart last week. 1940’s music. That was her music. The seasonal commercialization and the music triggers melancholy now.
My Grandmom died forty years ago. Even though I’ve raised a kid to adult hood since then and enjoyed a lot of Thanksgivings, the Norman Rockwell style of Thanksgiving really died with her. Everything else has been a pale imitation. They started playing Christmas songs at the Walmart last week. 1940’s music. That was her music. The seasonal commercialization and the music triggers melancholy now.