Music has the ability to bring joy
into our hearts and give us happy feet when the beat calls for dancing. Music
has always been a part of my life although I can’t play an instrument and have
a hard time carrying a tune. My mom, brother Jimmy, and other family members
take their music to several area nursing homes on a regular basis.
Monthly concerts in nursing homes is
a natural way for my mom to share her love of music. Her entire family was
musical and entertained at every family gathering with down home country and
gospel music. That was a different time and different era in my life. On
Saturdays, we visited Grandma and Grandpa Whittle and played with cousins while
the grownups filled the night air with the sounds of music. Get-togethers were
the norm instead of the exception they are now.
Even after I married, the musical way
of life continued. Jim’s family was chocked full of musicians and at every opportunity,
guitars, fiddles, banjos, were taken out of cases and kitchen chairs clustered
together while everyone sang and played their favorite tunes.
One day last week, on an otherwise
normal day, I felt a real longing to visit with my mom. First, I called to make
sure she was home, and then made the hour drive to visit. My brother Jimmy was
there, and just like old times, he and Mom played some of their old favorites
and a few new ones. The music took me back—sometimes to childhood. When mom
sang “The Way I Am” it reminded me of Jim before dementia.
Music was therapy for Jim and he
played his guitar every morning. He loved gospel, country, and cowboy songs.
Even after he lost the ability to play, he still enjoyed listening. For a long
time, he carried a Walkman to listen to his favorite tunes. At the nursing
home, we turned his TV to the Country Music Channel and kept a drawer full of
his favorite music cassettes.
Music provides a nonmedical method
to decrease agitation and behavioral problems in people with dementia. Music is
effective in all stages of the disease and can stimulate happy memories even in
the late stages. It is important to fit the music to the person. While one
person might appreciate big band, others might prefer jazz, country, gospel, or
old time rock and roll.
Music elevates mood and stimulates
memory for everyone. Just last week, I saw a question on Facebook asking if
anyone remembered Gordon Lightfoot and could name one of his songs. I paused
the show I was watching, The Blacklist,
and felt compelled to answer the question. The posts were full of “The Wreck of
the Edmund Fitzgerald,” but the Gordon Lightfoot song that always meant the
most to me was “Sundown.” It had been years since I heard the song, but I
instantly thought of Jim and when my kids were young. Jim used to sing that
song and it always makes me think of the seventies—Jim with his sideburns and
me with long straight hair parted in the middle. The song ignites memories of
youth, love, hard but happy times. I typed in “Sundown” and restarted my movie.
About two minutes later, Gordon Lightfoot’s smooth voice began singing
“Sundown.” Memories upon memories. I thought it just a little beyond strange
that the song followed so quickly on the heels of the Facebook question.
I believe that when music plays a
big part of life, it can be a way to connect with people who no longer share
our physical world. Was it just a coincidence that I saw a question that led to
a specific song more than three decades old and then heard it on a TV show
within minutes of each other? Maybe. Maybe not. It could have been a gentle
auditory reminder that our life force doesn’t end with death.
In my quiet house the only sound I
hear right now with my physical ears is the gurgling of the refrigerator and the
buzzing of an impatient dryer. But in my mind, I still hear soul soothing echoes
of laughter and music from long ago.
copyright © Feb. 2014 by L. S.
Fisher
http://earlyonset.blogspot.com
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