Summertime was my parents "special" song, only they sang it "for your mammy's rich, and you're pappy's good-looking," which fit our situation.
One time, our college had "Little Sisters" weekend. My parents drove my sisters up to visit me, despite the fact that my father was ill. When it was time for them to pick my sisters up, I called home. My mother answered the phone and said "I can't talk now." My father had had a stroke and fallen out out of bed. When I walked back into the college cafeteria, the recorded music played "Summertime." I burst out crying. He died a week later. But I still love the song and collect every version I can find.
