EPISODE 487 SO WILL YOU, PLEASE, SAY HELLO TO THE FOLKS THAT I KNOW (WE’LL MEET AGAIN)

EPISODE 487 WE’LL MEET AGAIN…SOME SUNNY DAY

alan skeoch

Dec. 17, 2021

Now is the hour - 103 and trending, Dame Vera Lynn eight decades after her debut

Vera Lynn, Singer Whose Wartime Ballads Uplifted U.K., Dies at 103 - The New York Times

WE’LL MEET AGAIN!

I mean it…we will meet again.

DON’T KNOW WHERE,

No idea where…perhaps for coffee

DON’T KNOW WHEN!

Certainly not today, perhaps not for Christmas…Easter, maybe…springtime!

BUT I KNOW WE’LL MEET AGAIN SOME SUNNY DAY

Yesterday, the sun burst forth. Not that great day in the future when the pandemic is over..

Yesterday All that sun did was cast dark shadows’’’skeletal tree shadows. No joy there.

KEEP SMILING THROUGH LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO

SO WILL YOU, PLEASE, SAY HELLO TO THE FOLKS THAT I KNOW

When Vera Lynn sang this song…so many times…tears ran down the faces

of the toughest soldiers facing the invasion of Europe in 1944. Men who knew

they might never see those blue skies that would DRIVE THE DARK CLOUDS FAR AWAY.

Our situation is perilous. Not as dark as 1944. But as dark as those Spanish Flu years of 1918

and 1919. Most of us will survive the pandemic which swirls

around the planet. Many will not. 20,000 Canadians have died…as have 800,000 Americans.

And all of us have seen our lives turned upside down. A great many sit alone in tiny rooms, others

are locked in condominiums fearful of their own elevators that could harbour Delta or Omicron variants of Covid 19.

There is safety in isolation but that is not the natural state of human beings. We are social animals

and this virus has turned us into something different.

So let’s call on Vera Lynn again. Let’s be reminded that

these days will pass and new days will come where laughter

will replace fear.

If you cannot find the song tucked away in your computer,

then just sing it yourself. You know the tune … we all do.

We’ll Meet Again

Vera Lynn, Arthur Young

We’ll meet again
Don’t know where, don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again
Some sunny day

Keep smiling through
Just like you always do
‘Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds
Far away

So will you, please, say hello
To the folks that I know?
Tell them I won’t be long
They’ll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song

We’ll meet again
Don’t know where, don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again
Some sunny day

Keep smiling through
Just like you always do
‘Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds
Far away

So will you, please, say hello
To the folks that I know?
Tell them I won’t be long
They’ll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song

We’ll meet again
Don’t know where, don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again
Some sunny day

SO WILL YOU, PLEASE, SAY HELLO TO THE FOLKS THAT I KNOW

DATELINE DECEMBER 17, 2021

LOCATION PORT CREDIT, MISSISSAUGA

Marjorie and I had planned to board an Air Canada jet bound

for London England tonight. Take off was 8.30 p.,m. It is now 9.30 about

the time our steward or stewardess would be serving a fancy hot meal on

fancy plates with real silver looking knives and forks. We had paid the extra

charge of Special Economy seating. We would be reading for a while, talking

about meeting our eldest son Kevin who the had not seen for two years …longer than that.

Then we would stretch out as best we could, close our eyes and dream. When the sun

came up we would land in Heath Row where Kevin and his children…now adults…would meet

us with squeals of joy. Morgan and Nolan would grab Marjorie by each arm…Kevin and I would

shake hands…father and son. Kevin has arranged for us to stay with all the family in a luxury house

on a 500 acre English estate where the horse barns harbours 18 horses. Pets. In the late afternoon Marjorie and I along with Morgan

would visit the Thrift stores selling second hand clothing and used books. We might have fish and chips

in Muswell Hill or Crouch End. Cheek to jowl with Brits. Then later a pub supper with a couple of pints of best bitter.

Laughing all the while. Wrapping presents…some silly like the jug shaped like a rooster for Kevin or the puffy jackets

for the girls. At some point we would meet their boyfriends for the first time and hear stories about Lancaster University

where Nolan attends or the veterinary college in Edinburgh where Morgan is discovering how to keep cats purring, dogs

barking, and horses neighing. And Kevin would be making his special Swiss loaves of bread that look like giant

knots. Days would pass in sheer joy culminating in Christmas day when Marjorie would be able to give the 3 suitcases full

of gifts to all around the Christmas tree.

Then another jet would land with our other son Andrew and his family…Julie with her daughter Molly and son

Jackson. Their arrival would trigger another round of hugs and kisses and pints of best bitter or bottles of

fine wine. A moment in history …planned and paid for. A holiday like no other. A time that

could never be replicated. Gone with the winter wind.

THE GOOD TIMES ARE NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. I cancelled our flight a few hours ago. Much of the ticket will

be refunded although Air Canada will deduct a $600 handling fee. No problem. Running an airline in

a pandemic is a costly and losing proposition.

Just to take that flight would be risky. Our Prime Minister … our Premier … our Medical Profession ..all urge us not

to travel. We have taken their advice. Instead of good times we will be wearing our masks, practicing visual measurement of social distancing,

avoid meeting other people, And all this is done in hopes of better times when

WE’LL MEET AGAIN,

DON’T KNOW WHERE,

DON’T KNOW WHEN

BUT I KNOW WE’LL MEET AGAIN

SOME SUNNY DAY

alan skeoch

dec. 17, 2021

We’ll Meet Again

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