HighLlama wrote:
IsabellaLinton wrote:
For my paternal grandmother, Kathleen, who gave me the gift of Simon and Garfunkel at the age of 4.
Grandmother Kay was incredible. Not only is she my genetic link to the Brontë family but she endured a life of loss and pain. She became pregnant on her first date with my grandfather and was disowned by her wealthy parents. She married my grandfather out of necessity, gave birth to my auntie and then within a year delivered my father without knowing she was pregnant. He was born at home extremely premature and she kept him alive in a roasting pan in the oven with oxygen from a welding torch, before going into shock. Grandma Kay taught my father to knit and paint and do macrame, all of which he taught me.
For most of my grandparents' marriage, my grandfather was struggling with extreme depression and social anxiety from undiagnosed autism. He spent entire weeks in bed refusing to speak. They were married 40 years and I was already a toddler when my grandfather deserted the family, vanished and became reclusive in another country to deal with his social phobia. Grandma Kay used this song to console her through the loss, and passed her album along to me. She died broken hearted before my grandfather returned eight years later, and he eventually committed suicide on my 16th birthday.
I love you Grandma, and you inspire me daily.
I'm still baking your cookies, knitting your patterns and singing your songs to this day.
Thank you also for the greatest gift of all, my father, who you raised to be a hero.
(Sorry for the ramble, folks, it's one of those days)
That is a tragic story, but a beautiful post, Isabella. Thank you for sharing something so personal.
Thanks for appreciating my story. I loved my grandmother's S&G album without knowing the full extent of its significance because I was so young. When my grandfather eventually returned, he bought me two horses. I named one of them Silvergirl after the lyric in this song, "sail on silver girl ... your time has come to shine" . Again, I didn't really understand the significance or irony of that choice for a horse my grandfather had purchased. He shot himself overlooking the paddock on my birthday. It's all very long ago but I'm going through a lot of photos lately, which brought it all back. I just realised another irony: Art Garfunkel is an autistic, reclusive personality just like my grandpa was. I bet Grandma Kay didn't make that connection, or have any idea.
Sail On, folks.
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Beatles