Gratitude
1940 đź“»In The Mood
When big bands ruled the world in the 1940s, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the world wars that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “ I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness, and the willingness to remain vulnerable.“ After the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Band singing “it’s a blue world”, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the world wars were over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. The 1940s, Glenn miller and his big band playing live, lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must have been . To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you. To make it out of war and back to the big band.
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