All of this polka and food and happy music, and finally they play my favorite, “Edelweiss.” I am caught a little off guard and am carried away to another time so long ago. When I was a young girl, we had the Broadway (Mary Martin) version of “Sound of Music” on a record. I listened to the songs over and over. I pretended to be a Von Trapp singer and loved to try to yodel. One evening, my daddy, who rarely played with us girls, came in to our room and showed me his favorite song on the album. We sat on the bed and sang “Edelweiss” together.
Sometimes I play my iPod version of Theodore Bikel’s tender song, and I think somewhere in the back of my memories, I can hear my daddy singing one more time. Swept away in sweet memories tonight, I remember a simpler time when our family was still whole with his presence. Seems like another lifetime ago. I guess it really was.