Luvean Revisited

Mary Ellen, Mother and I with the Oak Ridge Boys

Mother, Mary Ellen and I had a great time last night.  We were guests of The Oak Ridge Boys at their Christmas show here in Paducah.  We were also invited back stage where this photo was taken (thanks to Eddie's Photography).

As readers may recall, The Oaks considered recording a song (Luvean's Leavin') which Mother and I wrote back in 1983; however, it never came to fruition.  But the minute they saw us last night, Duane yelled, "I had a true love, her name was Luvean!"

"She's a fixin', she's a fixin'," called Joe.

We were flabbergasted.  "Y'all remember the words after all these years?"

Joe laughed.  "Sure we do! Even our kids know the words!"

Before we could digest this, Duane chimed in, "Could you send us another copy?"

I dug up another tape of the famous Luvean's Leavin' this morning and sent it to the Oak Ridge boys.

Stay tuned.  We'll see what happens this time around!

A Poem, Yellowed and Creased

~Dreams~

Dreams are like mist at evening,

Blown in from the cold, gray sea;

A night bird's lonely calling

For things that never can be;

Like down from a thistle passing

On the wings of a summer breeze,

Or the heartache in the murmer

Of whispering, restless trees.

Sometimes, like distant music

Strangely sweet and clear,

I dream I hear you calling,

And feel that you are near.

Mabel Clare Thomas

Note:  I found this poem, yellowed and creased, clipped to an entry in my journal when I was sixteen, long before I had suffered loss of any kind.  It was as if I somehow knew it would be relevant in the years to come.   

God Bless Veterans Everywhere.

In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.

~José Narosky~