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Day 123

May 3, 2017 Write about high school.

High school was a pretty good time. I had a tight group of friends, we were the polite kids that teachers liked, I made good grades and didn’t get in trouble. By the time I finished my junior year, I had met all my required courses, so my senior year was all elective classes, so I took every class the English department had to offer.

This summer will be 40 years since I graduated and I still keep in daily contact with three of my good friends from school.

Day 115

April 25, 2017 – Tell about a cartoon you loved as a kid.

Looney Tunes. My very favorite was Bugs Bunny, followed closely by Foghorn Leghorn.

Cathy and I always agreed that our first introduction to classical music and opera was Looney Tunes.

  1. Tales from the Vienna Woods Op. 325 by Johann Strauss II
  2. The Blue Danube by Johann Strauss II
  3. Dance of the Comedians by Bedrich Smetana
  4. Minute Waltz in D-flat by Frederic Chopin
  5. Morning, Noon, and Night in Vienna by Franz Von Suppe
  6. The Barber of Seville Overture by Gioachino Rossini
  7. Beethoven’s 7th by Ludwig Van Beethoven
  8. Traumerei by Robert Schumann
  9. Largo Al Factotum by Gioachino Rossini
  10. Hungarian Dances by Johannes Brahms
  11. The William Tell Overture by Gioachino Rossini
  12. Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 by Franz Liszt
  13. Overture from The Flying Dutchman by Richard Wagner
  14. Pilgrim’s Chorus by Richard Wagner
  15. Ride of the Valkyries by Richard Wagner

Kiiiiiilllll da Wabbit, kiiillll da Wabbit!

Day 105

April 15, 2017 – Take the third line of the last song you heard and make it your post title.

You Can’t Be Twenty on Sugar Mountain

This evening, my sister invited me to her home for dinner, it was our Easter Celebration, since everyone has obligations tomorrow, but was free tonight. Remind me later to tell you about the newest member of our family, Miles, who was born in January. He’s a keeper!

Anyway, on my drive home, Sugar Mountain was playing on the radio. I’ve always known this song, Neal released it in 1969 — if you’re counting, that’s 48 years ago.

Tonight, I got it. Even though I’m not old, I’m no longer young.

My great nieces and nephews are in their twenties, just beginning their lives. I remember doing that, but I have nothing in common with them, nothing to say that they can relate to. I’m on the outside looking in.

It stung for a few seconds, but I got over it. When I arrived home, Leslie and the wiener kids had arrived a few minutes ahead of me, with new clothes to wear to church tomorrow morning. We had a fashion show, discussed accessories, hair styles, nail polish, etc., and I decided that even though I can’t be twenty on Sugar Mountain, being the Mema is a really good head space.

Down Memory Lane

While wandering aimlessly through the tubes, I saw a photo of a very handsome gentleman playing an accordion and it made me remember my beloved Katze and a memory she shared with me shortly before she left.

We attended church regularly as children and there were three brothers who also attended; one a couple of years older, one our age, and one a year younger. We thought these boys were dashing! And to add to their appeal?

They played accordions!

Each boy had his own, in a different color casing, but all were epic chick magnets (now, you must remember this was in the mid 1960’s. We didn’t know about rockstars yet).

Now, the Cathy memory:

One night, we were watching television and talking, and we got on the subject of those dashing Peebles Brothers. cathy told me that when we were kids, she desperately wanted an accordion of her own, in black and red. If she had ever been fortunate enough to obtain one, she would keep it in her room, sitting on a little chest at the foot of her bed. When our friends came over to visit, Cathy would allow them to gaze upon her treasure, but touching was strictly forbidden!

Now, I am sitting here laughing and whispering prayers that Cathy finally has this:

Thank you for humoring me, and you’re now free to return to your normal activities.