Time Machine

Lawrence Welk

The other night I came into the bedroom, dropped onto the bed, and started clicking the TV remote, looking for something to watch while I rested. I don’t even remember what channel I clicked, but suddenly there was the Lawrence Welk show, and the familiar walls of my bedroom seemed to melt. I felt as though I was being swept into a time machine and transported back to 1960 or so, when life was so much simpler. While I watched the beautiful/handsome Lawrence Welk Singers, dressed in period costumes, began to sing about their little town, where people were kind and would stop to pray for one another . . . I almost wept. Maybe it’s because I’m over sixty, but I remember living in a different kind of America–one where neighbors knew each other, and brought out the lawn chairs to sit and talk after supper, when the kids played together on the lawns, and where neighbors were always quick to offer help whenever it was needed.

I don’t see that America in many places today. I don’t even know my current neighbors, though I have spoken to them and tried to be friendly. Sometimes they don’t even answer the door if I knock.

I know times are different now, but I don’t think we’ve changed for the better. But just for a moment, it was wonderful to see those beautiful singers and dancers, and to hear those lovely voices singing about community and caring and concern.

I don’t know where or when the Lawrence Welk Show plays in your town, but do yourself a favor–no matter what your age–and search for it. Watch an episode with your family, and take a trip back to a kinder, simpler time.

By the way, Lawrence Welk was an immigrant, who came to this country speaking very little English, but he thrived here and celebrated America as often as he could. Wonderful man, wonderful show. Enjoy!

~~Angie