Whatever else I’ve said about the World War II generation–how sad but inevitable, our Sixties falling-out–there’s one more bit of praise: great music, and these young people could dance, a social rite mine left behind.

I put this together, part of a cycle of slide presentations, just in case they’re needed for whenever the book signing will be. Don’t want bored folks.

We open with a smidge of Andrews Sisters, a little silly, and then three Glenn Miller hits: the silky, evocative “Moonlight Serenade,” and then two go-to-war rousers, “St. Louis Blues March” and “American Patrol.” I wonder where Dad was when he first heard these songs? He still remembered “Bluebirds Over (the White Cliffs of Dover”) and, of course, “Der Fuhrer’s Face.” And maybe a French tune or two better left in French.

 

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