Last night, the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra presented a memorable review of classic holiday pops music at Strathmore. They were accompanied by two fine singers (Debbie Gravitte and Ted Keegan), a host of tap-dancing Santas from the Baltimore School for the Arts, and acrobat Timber Brown. Listening to so many seasonal favorites stirred a swarm of happy scenes from childhood… which got me thinking…
Some of my favorite memories came back to me listening to last night’s concert… vague recollections of driving in dad’s station wagon down a snowy wooded street to get pie from “that” bakery (you know, the one everyone knows has the best pie, where you have to order it a week in advance)… Another memory, much clearer, was my great aunt and uncle’s yearly Christmas party with ALL the cousins (in an Italian family that’s a lot, believe me). I can still hear her voice teaching me how to sing “White Christmas.”
Whether we’re traveling over the hills and through the woods to grandmother’s house, or making a valiant effort to find the last quart of egg nog in town on December 24, or just trying to clear the driveway of snow in time for guests to arrive, the Christmas season can be such a rich trove of graced experiences. Music associated with the season instantly takes us back to those realities. It’s a cultural version of the religious experiences Catholics know as anamnesis.
Anamnesis is the memorial presentation of a reality… but it’s more than just digging up a fuzzy memory. It’s actually living the substance and reality of the thing remembered in the present. When at mass, praying over the bread and wine, a Catholic priest says the words of Jesus from the Last Supper, it’s as if we are all there with Jesus again. His Body and Blood become sacramentally present among us. Christmas songs aren’t quite the same, but experiencing them through eyes and ears of faith can be a good way to keep not only the memories, but the realities of the season ever new in our hearts, for our good and our neighbors’.