January 27th is the anniversary of the birth of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (January 27, 1756 – December 5, 1791). To me, Mozart is the greatest composer the world has ever seen, but I keep hoping for a reincarnation. He died prematurely and the world has been pining ever since. I am a great fan of Baroque music and Mozart is king. Nothing sets my mood to mellow like Herr M. I believe the music he composed is based on sacred geometry and that is why it soothes the brain like it does. Pure genius.
Coincidentally, this is also the birth date of my maternal grandmother Alice, born in 1895. A sweet woman with the piping voice of a small bird, she passed away at the age of 91. A full life by any standard.
I read recently that when a female fetus grows in the womb, all the eggs for her future reproduction are fully formed at that time. Therefore, when my mother was gestating in my grandmother, essentially half of me came into being as well. Many generations as one, a beautiful thought.
The memories I have of my grandmother are treasured and I still miss her. She taught me to knit when I was very young and I have never forgotten the skill. She knit in all her free time, donating baby sweater sets to the local hospital gift shop and supplying several generations with knitted sweaters, mittens, slippers and afghans. My baby boys wore her sweaters and they are put away for the next generation. I don’t have any good photos of her as I carry her in my heart, but I have a snapshot taken nearly thirty years ago at my wedding with her in the background . She wears a contented smile and seems to bless the union. Happy Birthday, Gramma!
Eliza Waters 
I believe they broke the mold with some of the greats:-)
” Many generations as one, a beautiful thought.” so profound + true:-)
awww…she is beautiful, her soul shines through in the photo + in your heart:-)
Robbie, what a loving comment, thanks.
Our precious Gram!!
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I absolutely love the connection amongst the generations in a woman’s eggs. I had never thought of it in this context and I am going to share this with my class. thanks!
It is quite special, isn’t it? We’re in them and they are in us.
I’m glad you posted this. Although I’m not listening to classical right now, I’m quite familiar with it since that’s about all my father played when we were kids. And I remember telling my father: “I like Mozart over Beethoven, because he’s more joyful and cheerful; Beethoven is majestic but I can feel a certain doom or calamity in his music”; yet that is precisely what some like about Beethoven. Well, anyway, it’s not fair to compare the two, but that is how I felt.
Yes, I tell my husband, who loves Beethoven, he’s “too masculine” a music for me. Like Wagner, its “heavy” music, not good for relaxing! Thanks for your comment.
That is exactly what I was trying to say, and I hope I didn’t offend anyone who likes Beethoven. Wagner was another one my father played a lot, and when very young I really liked Richard Wagner’s “Magic Fire Music”, but now it’s a little more difficult for me to listen to it, nevertheless it’s so majestic.
What I love about music is that there is something for everyone’s taste. It one of humanity’s greatest expressions. Different (musical) strokes for different folks!
Oh yes. Debussy is one I also always return to, even now.
Sweet… the older I get, the more I appreciate my matriarchs
She was the best! Yes, I agree, as we get older we come to appreciate “elder wisdom” more than we are younger. When I was in my 30s I joined a quilting group where most members were 60-80 years old. I loved being immersed with those women!