My grandma is spending the weekend with us! We picked her up from the train station yesterday. In honor of her visit, I thought I would include a song that reminded me of her.
Spanish Eyes, was one that I heard a lot while growing up. …and uh, no, my grandma is not Spanish. Actually she’s Yugoslavian, well, since there is no Yugoslavia, I guess I should say, she’s Croatian. My grandpa wasn’t Spanish either. He was 100% Italian. My grandpa played the saxophone for a band called The Treble Makers. You could always find my grandma with him every weekend, dancing with many of her friends while my grandpa played on stage.
At 87 years old, she is still trying to dance her way through life. My Aunt Cathy recently sent me a video of her doing the robot. TOO FUNNY!
So now you know, Spanish Eyes, speaks to my heart, for no Spanish reason at all…the song New York New York gets our whole family up and dancing too, and I have never set my foot on New York soil in my life!
We are an odd bunch, aren’t we?!?
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