It was 1955 and the song was "The Rock and Roll Waltz." My father had a good ear for music, being a self-taught musician, owning several violins and playing fiddle at local dances, which is where he met my mother.
He appreciated the old tunes and the newer artists, the ones who could sing, he said. He liked to listen to Kay Starr, among others a favorite of his.
I guess I thought "One -two and then rock, One-two and then roll" were catchy lyrics, and was surprised to find that my father hated the song.
" Only one thing was wrong. They were trying to waltz to a rock and roll song." Oh, it looked so cute to her, huh. Old people, parents, attempting to stay current, are patronized by the next generation.
He was ahead of his time as far as ageism was concerned.
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