Most all of us have no clue who the Andrews Sisters were, but those of us who were alive in the war years during WWII know who they were, and every last surviving veteran of that war knows, too.
The Andrews Sisters spent much of their time entertaining our troops during that war, going overseas and performing on makeshift stages to keep the spirits of our fighting men up in a long and dreary conflict. In that war, there were no furloughs home except in rare emergency situations. Unless you were too grievously wounded to fight on, you were there year after year until the war ended.
I was just a very small boy during The War, but the music of those days imbedded itself in me. I fully remember the blackout drills and the air raid drills with the sirens going full blast all over the city, the black curtains and the painted-over headlights of cars so that only a little slit of light could come through at night, and I sure got the meaning of songs like “There’ll be a hot time in the old town tonight” referring to the fire-bombing of Dresden, and Spike Jones’s songs lampooning Hitler.
A recent post I did on the subject of apathy has a lot to do with the passing of wonderful performers like these. Bing Crosby, Bob Hope, Red Skelton, Lucille Ball and so many others who were all pro-America and never pushed any of the Liberal Leftist views that are commonly spouted now by anyone with 15 minutes of fame. Our country has gone to hell primarily because of the rise of a Leftist Hollywood as the demise of the old performers, those wonderful patriots, has sadly continued, and their places taken by drug addicts with vile mouths and no respect.
Patty Andrews died of natural causes at her home in the Los Angeles suburb of Northridge, said family spokesman Alan Eichler in a statement.
Goodbye, Patty. What a loss.