Thursday, April 30, 2009
I had a nice visit with Mother and Pitty Pat today. Dudley was very well-behaved; he didn't stick his nose in their faces and try to kiss them, as he usually does. (Might be because I gave him a Dingo bone; that kept him busy roaming here and there, looking for a place to hide it!)
We talked about all sorts of things; what's going on in Carlisle County (and how great it is that they now have a museum), politics (???), the flu pandemic (scary!), and music. Fifties music, in particular.
Pitty and I consider ourselves lucky to have been teenagers when Elvis, Fats, Little Richard, Jerry Lee, The Platters and numerous other rock & rollers burst on the scene. We loved them all. But we agreed there is one song which most reflects that teenage excitement, that anticipation, that "waiting-for-something-to-happen" feeling you get only once in a lifetime.
"Each time I heard that song, a feeling of euphoria swept over me," I said, "His voice seemed to be echoing everything I was thinking and feeling and what I would be thinking and feeling in the future!"
"Yes, everything," Pitty said, a faraway look in her eyes, "But I never hear it anymore"
I found it on YouTube tonight: Gone. And as I listen to Ferlin Husky's soulful voice, I'm back in the fifties in Carlisle County, experiencing those innocent, carefree days again. And glad, so glad, that Pitty Pat and I experienced it all together.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Although he is a fine young man today, and I love spending time with him as a grown-up, sometimes I wish I could go back and re-live those fun-filled days with my grandson when he was a little boy. That's him above, holding a Polaroid picture I had just taken of him. He was usually laughing and tearing around the house at break-neck speed, but he was quiet and serious that day. We were watching Charlotte's Web.
"Granda," he said, "I wish Charwott didn't die."
Friday, April 17, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
I first heard Andrea Bocelli's Mille Lune Mille Onde on a Barilla pasta commercial. And although I could not understand a word he was saying, I knew he was singing about love.
It took some searching, but I finally found it. Hope you romantics out there enjoy it as much as I.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Mary Tyler Moore has written another book Growing Up Again, in which she shares many memories of her TV career and her long battle with diabetes.