But yes, we did indeed sit down and watch an old episode of Hee-Haw, hosted by Roy Clark and the late Buck Owens. Loretta Lynn was a guest star, and the episode contained all of the classic sketches and segments I somehow remember even after all of these years. At first, I could only shake my head at the simple, silly, and at times lame comedy. Before long, though, I was laughing.
Later, I got to thinking, somehow, about an old vinyl album we recovered from the storm:
This venerable Tom T. Hall album was given to me by my great-uncle Lew on a trip I took as a young child to the northwest. My memories of that trip are very sketchy: I have only fleeting images within my recall. Yet somehow I remember that "Faster Horses" for a time was my favorite song.
Over the years, I listened to this record over and over again, before it got put away somewhere. Today, I don't even have a turntable to play it on, so I had to resort to YouTube. After listening to a few songs off the playlist, I'm convinced I still know all the words to every song on the album. Tom T. Hall is a noted singer, songwriter and storyteller, and it is the stories he tells through his songs that seem to matter the most to him. From here, I got to thinking some more.
Stories. On the back of the "Faster Horses" album, there is a letter of sorts from the singer about a sabbatical he took in the winter of 1975. It isn't a letter so much as a collection of entries, observations and here and there a nugget of wisdom. I couldn't help but to think of my favorite future fantasy of owning a simple house on a lake, with a dock, boat and canoe. That really has nothing to do with the point I'm slowly working towards here, but it does serve as a backdrop for the gentle melancholy I feel at times in our present reality. The stories of previous generations seem different as each one passes through this age of "progress." This present era seems ever more confining, in the sense that more and more we relate to one another only through electronic mediums. We live in a cocoon defined by our favorite webpages, social media, and email lists. Living in such a bubble, what stories can we tell? What narratives and legacy can we pass on that can go beyond the confines of our technology? The age of progress has resulted in a tangible retreat into a false reality of being. The internet is not the real world, and too often it serves not as a bridge, but as a barrier between us and other very real people. What stories can we tell, that will enliven the imagination of our children? Technology may "connect" you to the world, but it also isolates you to the point that intimate, substantive relationships become hard to develop. It is the relationships that enrich us most, that provide us the fertile material for the story of our lives.
My advice? Don't let this virtual world suck all the life out of you. It can do that. Seek out experiences, passive and active, that add flavor to your existence. Your kids want to know who you are, what you did. Or if they don't now, they will someday. I think it matters.
Well now, isn't that just cheery? Hee-Haw to deep, guilt-ridden thoughts about life in the virtual age. How typical of me! So to cleanse your palette, or to drive you away from this blog at the speed of light, here's just a little Pickin' and Grinnin' !
Hi, I'm Jim from Huntsville, Alabama. Population: 182,956. "SAA-LUTE!!"