Comments on: Country and Western

By: Melissa Young

Melissa Young — Wed, 03 Jan 2007 02:35:41 +0000

My soundtrack is the music I grew up with; consequently, it is actually my parents’ soundtrack. We listened to the music they loved–Roberta Flack, John Denver, and yes, Barry Manilow. When I hear those songs I can almost smell the old van we took our family road trips in. The music creates a pleasant sort of ache because it is the same but my life is so different, and being grown-up just doesn’t feel like I thought it would.

Thanks for the lovely post, Mara.

By: Angie

Angie — Tue, 02 Jan 2007 23:06:06 +0000

Beautiful post. I often think back on the soundtrack of my life around New Year’s.

By: Justine Dorton

Justine Dorton — Tue, 02 Jan 2007 15:01:05 +0000

I’ve been in Utah longer than I’ve lived anywhere else, but Michigan will always be dear to my heart. It was where I really “grew up”. I miss the snow and the fabulous rainstorms.

But my home is wherever my family is. Cheesy, huh?

By: Dalene

Dalene — Mon, 01 Jan 2007 22:48:14 +0000

Deseret Rain. I grew up in the rainy northwest–in a small farm town that was mercifully close to the home of a large university (best remembered for their recent humiliation by the Cougars). It was the best of both worlds. Now I am a transplant to the desert of Utah. I love the red rocks, but I miss the green. I enjoy the snow–for awhile–but I miss the rain. What I miss the most, however, is having roots.

I have new roots, but they’re not quite as established as those of my childhood. The great thing about where I live now is that it is in a part of Provo that feels somewhat self contained and has generations living on the same streets, in the same ward, etc. It feels like a small town (with mostly just the charming aspects of a small town–and not too many of the annoying ones) but Target is less than 10 minutes away. And every day I pull out of my driveway and come face to face with the majestic mountains and I honestly think how blessed I am to be live here.

By: b.

b. — Mon, 01 Jan 2007 19:39:31 +0000

Your words colorfully illustrated the homesickness I sometimes feel. Thank you.
I just posted my love for country music as one of my weirds….my mom played guitar and sang country music, and she could gather a crowd. She was definitely part of many life soundtracks as well as mine.