Archive for March, 2021

Music by Carmen

Posted in family, Music, Photography with tags , , , , , on March 23, 2021 by kozmicdogz

Photographs. So many photographs going back to the early part of the last century until just a few years ago. Boxes and boxes. This one came from the box labeled “Photos sent to Mom.”

One of my brothers sorted photos into this box when we sold the family house where my mother lived for 60 years.

I have been putting this off, waiting for when I have time, but now circumstances have necessitated me starting the process of going through the photographs. The remembering or trying to remember the who, what and where.

The photograph above is my father’s combo, Music by Carmen. Carmen (my father) on tenor saxophone, Frank Italia on accordion (also the piano player), and Joe Cavalier on bass. This looks to me like a wedding reception at the Knights of Columbus Hall in Arlington VA. My sister’s wedding reception was in this same hall about the same time period. The trio is strolling the tables and taking requests from the guests as they would do. Maybe they are playing, Fascination or something similar. Probably a Saturday afternoon. The time period looks like early to middle 1960s. No later than 1967 or 1968 I would guess. On the back of the photograph is written the word: ARNE.

Someone with the last name Arne was getting married in the 1960s and my father’s band, Music by Carmen was playing music for the reception.

My father along with his band mates have all passed away and the gentleman with the white socks and white carnation in his lapel has most certainly gone also. Perhaps the young lady with the veil is still living and would remember this day with fond memories.

Anniversary

Posted in Writers & Writing with tags , , on March 11, 2021 by kozmicdogz

Musings ongoing,

Flashes of memory,

Snippets of conversations over three decades.

It feels like a few short weeks since I began but half a life of memories and time have compiled a vision of what has actually happened and is betrayed by glimpses in the mirror where I see that many years have passed.

Many more than I would have ever expected.