I was witness as a little girl to the Beatle's invasion of America. Thank you God for my being born at that time. I often wonder what it is like for people who missed the phenomenon.
Music was a big part of my formative years. My Parents were both very talented Lindy dancers, so we grew up listening to Benny Goodman, Louis Armstrong, and of course, Frank. On many a magical Saturday evening I watched my Parents gliding out to their dance, my Mother’s Emeraude lingering ever so gently.
I vaguely remember being 3 or 4 as my Mother sang her favorite, Embraceable You to us. Many years later she would play us the reel to reel tape and there I was cutting her off so that I could sing