posted on July 28, 2000 09:36:13 PM new
Everybody has something in their lives that brings back special memories. Sometimes it's something obscure that wouldn't necessarily seem special to anyone else. For me it's an old Roger Miller song... It's special to me because I remember as a very young child watching my father sing along to it using an old reel to reel. It was probably the happiest I can remember him being. He sent it to me on cassette when I was fourteen and I can remember playing it over and over and feeling close to him although we were thousands of miles apart. He died when I was sixteen and to this day this song always takes me back to our old home like it was yesterday. The words seem crass - but to me they're golden.
"Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom buys and eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues
I smoke old stogies I have found, short but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
I know every engineer on every train
All the children and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked when no-one's around..."
posted on July 28, 2000 10:26:17 PM new
Red Skelton and the Three Stooges remind me of my dad. He would sit there in his boxers, in his easy chair that looks ALOT like the one Fraziers dad sits in...and bust up every time one of the stooges got bopped in the face with a pie...or wheeze from laughing everytime Red Skelton came on. Those are mine...makes him be alive again in my mind, when I see those shows on the rare times they come on TV.
posted on July 28, 2000 10:44:18 PM newMaui The Three Stooges must be a guy thing. My ten year old and his dad watch it together a lot. I have more fun watching them watch it then I do the show. I don't get all that pie throwing, nose cracking stuff.
But Red Skelton was priceless... loved that guy. I think I was 30ish before I realized his last name wasn't skeleton.
posted on July 29, 2000 06:25:11 AM new
I had a wonderful Great Aunt that I spent much time with when I was young. She was very close to us after I married, and just loved my kids. She had her first stroke in 1991, and passed away in 1997 at the age of 83. She was a widow from 1965 and had no children of her own.
When I stayed at her house as a youngster, she loved watching Lawrence Welk, and a show called Polka Variety's (a local Cleveland show)
When ever I see re-runs of Lawrence Welk (they run them on PBS here sometimes), I'll watch for a bit, and find myself being 7 again, sitting on the floor in her living room, eating Ruffles chips and drinking RC Cola. If I close my eyes, I can smell her Wind Song.
posted on July 29, 2000 09:24:30 AM new
Great memories all.
Lawrence Welk, my grandmother loved that show. It always reminds me of her. Sometimes my husband will come home from work on Saturday and I will have it on TV in the livingroom while I am painting in the studio.
He doesn't understand that while I am not found of the music I listen because I like the memories it invokes.(It come on PBS here)
What I really remember from childhood as warm and fuzzy memories seem to revolve around TV shows. I didn't realize that until I read this thread,Ed Sullivan, Walt Disney, Gunsmoke (one of my Dad's favorite) and those great Holiday specials from Kraft all produce good feelings when I think about them. Comfort TV how odd.
posted on July 29, 2000 10:02:12 AM newMybiddness: Nope, the Three Stooges are *not* just a guy thing I have always enjoyed watching them, and so do other women I know. The funny thing about the Stooges is that while on the surface they are slapstick & "violence," there's more going on than that. When I was a kid I was struck by how often in their films they are helping or protecting someone, that while they wrangle their characters care about each other, and just how softhearted they are. ANd plus, they are just downright *funny* One of my favorites has them in the Foreign Legion, and Curly is trying to eat a bowl of clam chowder--except the clam keeps eating the crackers he puts in...
posted on July 29, 2000 01:56:20 PM new
My father was an avid baseball fan. I will never forger the first time Hanna-Barbara ran "Yogi Bear." My dad, until the day he died thought hat was the funniest thing he had ever heard.
Remember the first few space missions? We would all get up real early in the morning and watch the take-offs. I grew up in Seattle so we had to get up at 5:00 or 4:30. Mom would make a special breakfast. I remember Jules Bergman from ABC (I think). He was their science editor and he would have these models and explain what was going to happen. Fascinating.
Life was simple then. The highest tech that you had to remember is not to put too many forty-fives on the hi-fi at one time or they would not turn at 45rpm. Remember those round things that went on the turntable? They were about 6-8 inches hight and the size of the hole on the record so that you could play 45's one on top of the other? I'd love to see one of those again.
But I ramble.
The rev is [sigh] (no funny add-on for it) if needed.
One of my favorites has them in the Foreign Legion, and Curly is trying to eat a bowl of clam chowder--except the clam keeps eating the crackers he puts in...