Memory Lane: ‘Cindy, Oh, Cindy’

I remember my father playing this song on the radio as he painted our upstairs bedrooms, which used to be the attic until he converted it–with his own hands.

Cindy, Oh Cindy–I was seven years old when this was popular and I was watching Daddy paint the walls. This version is by Vince Martin and the Tarriers. There are others.

I can’t hear it without thinking of my father–and missing him. He went to sea when he was little more than a boy, joined the Navy to fight in World War II. I’m sure this song made him recall those days.

If I could impart just one lesson to the relatively young, it would be this: There will come a time in your life when you’re losing more people than you gain; so with your family, with your friends, love ’em while you’ve got ’em. You come into the world as the youngest member of your family; and some of us live to see themselves the oldest member of their family.

Love with all your heart. It’s not like money, you don’t run out of it by spending it. God doesn’t let that happen. Love without stinting. You’ll never be sorry you did.

About leeduigon

I have lived in Metuchen, NJ, all my life. I have been married to my wife Patricia since 1977. I am a former newspaper editor and reporter. I was also the owner-operator of my own small business for several years. I wrote various novels and short stories published during 1980s and 1990s. I am a long-time student of judo and Japanese swordsmanship (kenjutsu). I also play chess, basketball, and military and sports simulations. View all posts by leeduigon

2 responses to “Memory Lane: ‘Cindy, Oh, Cindy’

  • Mary

    So true. My mom passed 6 years ago in July. We did not have the greatest relationship and so her passing did not overwhelm me with grief nor glee…it just was. But praise God, he has brought to my remeberance the little things my mom did for me and has given this old gal a new appreciation for the lessons learned…difficult though they were…I am grateful.

  • thewhiterabbit2016

    Great advice. When my friend was in Viet Nam fighting in the jungles, I would write to him. He told me later how much those communications meant to him. It’s the little things that make for a good relationship. Also, relationships have to be worked on to endure. Those who have more than one best friend in life are rare.

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