Sentimental Journey

My grandparents dated in the era of Glenn Miller and Tommy Dorsey. I’m told they both could cut quite a rug. And their song, the one that could lift them both from any sorrow, even the death of their only son, was “Sentimental Journey”. They liked many versions, but none better than those sung by Doris Day.

When my grandmother came home to die, I ransacked Wal-Mart. I found and purchased the last Big Band CD in the place. I brought it back and put it on the CD player for her. I played their song, and my grandparents smiled.


I’m linking this post with two memes. It’s my second stab at Lance’s 100 (not 99, not 101) word song-inspired post. This week’s title was Bob Mould’s See a Little Light.

It’s also my first submission for the My Life in Music series. That’s a new meme Bella over at If This Is Motherhood and I are putting together. Come play with us, won’t you?


14 thoughts on “Sentimental Journey

  1. Living in New Rochelle, NY, my mother had the opportunity to hang out at Glen Island Casino, listening to so many of the big bands who performed there; Glenn Miller was her favorite.

    She was listening to Glenn Miller, sitting here in my home, the morning that she passed away. Oddly enough, the song playing on satellite radio at that moment was…Sentimental Journey.

    • What a powerful memory. My grandparents mourned when Glenn Miller died in combat, that’s for sure. And there’s just something about Sentimental Journey…. “Gonna take a sentimental journey / A sentimental journey home” that seems so appropriate to that situation.

  2. i like this journey about sentimental journey!
    i’m trying to remember, i had some big band k-tel record when i was really young that i simply loved. can’t place who it was right now, and that’s gonna bug me. not glenn miller. hmmmmm.

    • Yes, along with many other things. They were … I guess the quintessential older couple. After she lost her eyesight and he had to have bypass surgery, they used to walk a mile a day, his arm wrapped around her waist to guide her, her arm wrapped around his to support him if he fell. I can see them in my mind’s eye, heading out on one of their walks, bundled against winter cold, moving so very slowly, but always together.

    • It was also a hopeless attempt to just get her alive a little longer. She was ready to go, but none of us were really ready to let go of her. She had abruptly and without warning emerged from a lifelong blue in the late 1990s. I felt like I was just getting to know the real her when the first heart attack debilitated her in 2000. She reverted to the person I’d known all my life, and I knew I would never really see that person I’d known for those two wonderful years again, but I still wished for it.

  3. What a beautiful sentiment that was cherished not only by your grandparents but as a life long memory for you. I’m so glad you have it and shared it with us too.

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