It seems that memories have a nack of hitting you over the head when you leased expect it. Take for example setting in a quite front room. No noise but the ticking of the clock and your own breath. You start to realize how much the world around you has changed and how you long for your childish youth to return once more. But it never does, does it.
One thing about my youth I will always remember is riding in the back seat of the car, my Grandmother and Great Grandmother setting in the front seats. The songs of there childhood would linger in the air and in my heart forever, on my my favs will always be.

Smile a while you kiss me sad adieu. When the clouds go by I'll come to you. Then the sky will seem more blue, down in lovers lane with you. Wedding bells will ring so merrily. Every tear will be a memory. So wait and pray each night for me : Till We meet again.

I love this song.