Somethings for Forever
March 9th, 2012
RIP Robert Sherman, the man who wrote the soundtrack of our childhoods.
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The sentimental musings of an ageing expat in words, music, and pictures. Mp3 files are up for a limited time so drink them while they're hot.
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Funny how this is now becoming the soundtrack to my adulthood too…and gladly so.
Great post. Surprised, somewhat, and sorry that it hasn’t evoked more comments.
Saturday mornings, after being forced to try learn to swim at Reading’s municipal baths (cold, cold). Back home, Mum out, getting a perm (steady on),
Dad, me and my sister, the Decca “music center”, either Jungle book or Chitty,
cue “dancing”…i.e. allowed to jump up and down on the settee until mum came home. (Dad too, maybe he first time)
Thanks for these clips, lovely memories.
I know, thought this one would get lots of sentimental comments. Guess we’re all too old and cynical now.