For many years, my wife and I joined my parents for New Year's Eve at the country club in Newport. This was always fun... but the real fun didn't begin until the dancing started.My dad was a character on the dance floor. His favorite music was big band era tunes like Pennsylvania 65000, Moonlight Serenade, Chattanooga Choo Choo and many other jazz tunes. He and my mom would go on the dance floor and entertained all that watched. All the way until their late 60s and early 70s, my parent would swing on that dance floor and run circle around people half their age. And it wasn't ridiculous, my parents were good.
Dad was born on December 31st, 1930, so we celebrate his birthday at the New Year's Eve party. One of us would go to the band leader and ask for them to announce that it was François's birthday. Of course, they always would and without fail, they would play the one French song they knew: La Vie en Rose.
Click here to see a very young Edith Piaf sing it
or here for a little older Edith Piaf
My parents were the life of the party between their dancing, their buoyant personality and their exuberant joy for life. I miss these New Year's Eve celebrations.
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