February 25, 2012


Recently, our favorite station on the car radio playing music of the forties and fifties featured Johnny Mercer and the Pied Pipers singing On the Atcheson, Topeka and the Santa Fe.  

The song brought back a memory of an event that occurred on August 3, 1948. The date is recorded in Nancy’s diaries, and the event was a party with high school classmates where we danced to the popular music of the day. One of the songs Nancy and I danced to that night was On the Atcheson, Topeka and the Santa Fe. 

When I heard that song again, I got very nostalgic, and I found myself wishing I were seventeen again experiencing the carefree, happy days of my youth.  

Then another memory brought me back to 2012, and I recalled words written recently by my friend, Gary Schwantz, who after a memorable weekend with family and friends wrote:
“Tonight, I am most cognizant of this life typified by hours afloat in the love of family and these friends. Neither God nor life owes me this extraordinary existence and this weekend. I didn’t miss a single moment and for that I am grateful.”
I suggest that we are all “afloat” in God’s blessings, and while it is enjoyable, some say even healthy, to visit the happy days of our past, let us look to each new day remembering the words of the psalmist who wrote: “This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it"