Today, as I was sewing, I was listening to the Foster family music album, “Music Through the Years,” Vol. 1. I was singing along, thinking about what formed my love of music – my family. Let me list the songs on vol. 1:
Through the Years – Kenny Rogers
Copacabana – Barry Manilow
Maneater – Hall & Oates
Emmanuel – Amy Grant
Money, Money, Money – ABBA
Harry the Hairy Ape – ?(I don’t remember)
Indian Outlaw – Tim McGraw
Everything I Do, I do it For You – Bryan Adams
Can’t Smile Without You – Barry Manilow
Thriller – Michael Jackson
Sisters – The Clooney Sisters
I Am Woman – Helen Reddy
Got 2 B Tru – Steven Curtis Chapman
Big John – ?(I don’t remember)
Yesterday – The Carpenters
If you notice, there is quite a variety, and that is what I love about it. But even more, I love the memories that go along with the music. I remember a trip to Colorado when we listened to the Robinhood, Prince of Theives soundtrack over and over again, because Leslie just bought it. I remember the many Christmas’s listening to the Amy Grant tape. I remember driving in the car, with me in the middle, listening to Barry Manilow’s “Like Father, Like Son,” trying to remember the words, all the while annoying the rest of my family with my constant rocking to the beat. We watched the White Christmas musical so much one summer, that we memorized every word. I remember mom & Leslie joking around at the end of Got 2 B Tru, that they could hear a flute in the rap song. We always had music on, and there was always such a variety.
As I was listening to Harry the Hairy Ape, I started laughing, because it is such a silly song, but it cracks me up! (What record? Shut up!) As I listened to Copcabana, I was be-boppin along as I sewed. As I listened to Through the Years, I started crying as I thought about how thankful I am that my mom and dad have stayed together, and been such an example through the years. As I listened to Big John, I thought of Leslie saying it, and I remembered the tape with all those silly songs that we loved to listen to – Cockfight, Beep! Beep!, Monster Mash, Running Deer, the mouse one (I don’t remember the name, just “tequila.”) As I listened to Yesterday Once More, I once again started crying, because so many memories came to mind.
I thought about my son, Caleb, and how I hope that he loves music just as much. I don’t want to force him to be a major musician, but I want him to love music, a variety of music, for the rest of his life. I want him to have the kind of happy memories like I have. So, he listens to ABBA (disco), oldies, bluegrass, opera & classical, choral, worship, and so much more. We run around the house and dance. I try to encourage him singing along, because I love it when we all get together and sing our favorite songs.
I then thought of my husband, and how when he and my bro-in-laws are around and the Fosters start singing, they all kinda slowly disappear – I know they think we are weird, or at least my husband does. But I would never change our musical heritage for anything. We love music, it is a part of our lives, and I think it brought us together. We are a close family, and yes, we had our fights, but we always had fun together too.
Dad, Mom, Kelly & Leslie, thank you for being a part in forming our own music history. I love you all, and I think we need another record night!