Dancing into the ‘sere and yellow’
One evening last week when the tripe on the TV got a bit too much, I put on an old Carmen Cavallaro disc (remember that marvellous pianist of yesteryear?), bowed to my wife, took her into my arms and whisked her on to the dance floor (the lounge of our tiny flat here at Berea Gardens) and the two of us, now well into our 80s, drifted round to lovely lilting old melodies, such as Let Me Call You Sweetheart, You’re a Lovely Flower from an Old Bouquet and The Most Beautiful Girl in the World.
And in my mind’s eye, standing there unnoticed at the front door, were our three wonderful sons – Perry, now with the Lord in heaven; Quentin, living in a land far away; and Jason, now in another city – smiling and applauding, saying something like, “Mind Mom’s toes there, Dad!”
And you know what? As we go into the sere and yellow together, Naomi is still the most beautiful girl in the world and I love her more now than words can tell. This Christmas will be our 57th together!
So for all you loving and caring people out there, may we wish you a happy and blessed Christmas.
DANCE OF LOVE: Charles Beningfield and his wife Naomi dance together
... with Charles Beningfield