GramChop
Senior Insider
I find it very peculiar the effect music has on my emotions. I hear Karen Carpenter sing "Merry Christmas, Darling" and the waterworks begin. My mother, who couldn't carry a tune in a bucket with a lid on it, sang that song every year before she died in 1996, at the top of her lungs as if she were singing for the American Idol title. I smile through my tears every time I hear it.



