sentimental nostalgia

The weather is weird,

damp,

hot,

looks like rain,

but,

it doesn’t come,

strange,

and,

well,

frustrating.

Customers?

Not too many,

of those,

today,

or,

yesterday in fact,

oh well,

it should pick up,

tommorrow,

or Friday,

right??

ūüôā

I had a chance to finish,

my Helene Hanff,

it was fun,

like visiting,

New York,

in the seventies,

with someone who lives there,

and,

loves her city deeply,

these are the hard,

New York years,

of near brankruptcy,

and ‘Death Wish’* like,

violence

some parts,

are disconcerting,

as when she writes about,

the World Trade Towers,

Hanff,

wasn’t a fan,

she wasn’t the only one,

like all gigantic building projects,

The World Trade Towers,

had their critics,

and,

when you consider,

what happened,

the unthinkable,

the day the world went mad,

yeah,

disturbing.

So, yesterday,

was my birthday,

it was ok.

I got a really cool present,

a five cd set,

a sort of retrospective,

of Quebecois music,

from 1936-2011,

which corresponds,

to the time,

seventy-five years,

that Radio-Canada,

the French arm of the CBC,

has been on the airwaves.

It’s amazing to hear,

some of these songs,

the ones,

my Grandparents,

met and married to,

the ones my parents,

peace and loved to,

the ones that nursed,

my childhood,

my early years.

Some long cherished,

some long snickered at,

and,

yet,

the nostalgia,

of sitting,

in my grandmother’s kitchen,

always the kitchen,

listening to,

our national,

nationalistic,

poets,

and,

our silly pop music,

pop music is always silly,

nothing wrong with silly.

Songs that speak to my roots,

to the life of my people,

to the lives of my family,

some of them,

these songs,

about our history,

about our land,

remind me how,

profoundly,

Quebecois I feel,

I am,

the pride in those,

who came before me,

and,

how much I miss them.

Birthdays make me,

setimental,

and,

nostalgic.

Later girls,

BB

***Death Wish is a Charles Bronson movie from the seventies, a man becomes a vigilante after the muder of his wife and rape of his daughter, and cleans up New York, or part of it anyway, horribly violent, expressed the climate of New York in those hard violent days**

 

 

 

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Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

2 thoughts on “sentimental nostalgia”

  1. Sounds like a great gift! I love how, once you cross the border into Quebec, it’s its own little world with a unique culture and history.

  2. That’s quite true, we ‘are’ a distinct society in many ways mostly cultural and linguistic.
    Our music is very much ours, French, but, North American. It is a great gift:-)

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