Odd What You Recall
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mrdreamjeansIt’s odd what you recall, what triggers a memory. I saw the “Bridge to Terabithia” with my twin nephews and brother on Friday night. We thought we were going to see a fantasy flick; instead, we were treated to a sweet, sad story of friendship between two outcast teens who escape to a world populated by their vivid imaginations. I liked it alot! Later on, I was telling other family members about the film and it created random associations.
For instance, when I was child, if you picked up the phone, you spoke to an operator and they connected you to the person you named. When I was about 10, we had a three digit number for our phone listing. I still remember it ... 157 ... that got you the Badders residence in Duke Center, Pennsylvania. All of my family remembered the number, except my brother who was too young at the time to recall it. We got our first seven-digit number when we moved to Houston in the late ‘60s.
My sister and I got into a discussion about Junior High Band. I was drum major in the 9th grade. The song selections Colleen and I recalled (not with pleasure) were “The Horse”, “Spinning Wheel, "Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head" “and “Guantanamara”:) We played those songs to death. I think Colleen could still play her flute part from memory on those songs and I believe I could do the same, though I haven’t played trombone since college.
It felt like a path down memory lane when I strolled around Brenham’s town square with my folks yesterday afternoon. Brenham had a Spring Festival; roads were blocked off and various merchants had booths set up where you could buy plants, jewelry, birdhouses, tractors, swings for your porch, bedazzled clothing and various homemade sundries. Folks were sitting in the shade (It was 86 degrees by 1:00pm.) eating their roasted ears of corn, funnel cakes, tator twisters, Fried Snickers and chicken on a stick. An under-rehearsed group of students played music in the gazebo; they had me chuckling as they hit occasional clunker notes. There were various puppies and dogs up for adoption from the local Humane Society and PAWS. My heart was stolen immediately by a little brown and white hound and a 6-month old Black Lab, as he awkwardly stumbled over his huge paws:)
I was able to walk from the Festival to my house. As I walked the three blocks home, I was treated to the sight of the beautiful plantation house (a registered landmark) next door to me which is suddenly for sale. The yard is so well-taken care of ... tulip and red-bud trees and camellias in bloom, a graceful water feature adding a soothing backdrop. Then I looked to the house on the other side of me where a young guy named Speedy lives with his wife and baby. He runs a business called Rusty Nuts Cycles. Such is life in a small town:)
An Update: Steve came through his heart surgery with flying colors. It turned out that he required four bypasses. His friend Bob called me right after the procedure was completed. Thanks to everyone for their positive thoughts.
For instance, when I was child, if you picked up the phone, you spoke to an operator and they connected you to the person you named. When I was about 10, we had a three digit number for our phone listing. I still remember it ... 157 ... that got you the Badders residence in Duke Center, Pennsylvania. All of my family remembered the number, except my brother who was too young at the time to recall it. We got our first seven-digit number when we moved to Houston in the late ‘60s.
My sister and I got into a discussion about Junior High Band. I was drum major in the 9th grade. The song selections Colleen and I recalled (not with pleasure) were “The Horse”, “Spinning Wheel, "Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head" “and “Guantanamara”:) We played those songs to death. I think Colleen could still play her flute part from memory on those songs and I believe I could do the same, though I haven’t played trombone since college.
It felt like a path down memory lane when I strolled around Brenham’s town square with my folks yesterday afternoon. Brenham had a Spring Festival; roads were blocked off and various merchants had booths set up where you could buy plants, jewelry, birdhouses, tractors, swings for your porch, bedazzled clothing and various homemade sundries. Folks were sitting in the shade (It was 86 degrees by 1:00pm.) eating their roasted ears of corn, funnel cakes, tator twisters, Fried Snickers and chicken on a stick. An under-rehearsed group of students played music in the gazebo; they had me chuckling as they hit occasional clunker notes. There were various puppies and dogs up for adoption from the local Humane Society and PAWS. My heart was stolen immediately by a little brown and white hound and a 6-month old Black Lab, as he awkwardly stumbled over his huge paws:)
I was able to walk from the Festival to my house. As I walked the three blocks home, I was treated to the sight of the beautiful plantation house (a registered landmark) next door to me which is suddenly for sale. The yard is so well-taken care of ... tulip and red-bud trees and camellias in bloom, a graceful water feature adding a soothing backdrop. Then I looked to the house on the other side of me where a young guy named Speedy lives with his wife and baby. He runs a business called Rusty Nuts Cycles. Such is life in a small town:)
An Update: Steve came through his heart surgery with flying colors. It turned out that he required four bypasses. His friend Bob called me right after the procedure was completed. Thanks to everyone for their positive thoughts.
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Date: 2007-03-11 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-12 12:15 am (UTC)I was in band from fifth grade until college. When I was in high school band, we also played "The Horse" and "Spinning Wheel." We never played "Guantanamara", though.
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Date: 2007-03-12 12:27 am (UTC)ATTA BOY STEVE!
BIG HUG
PETE
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Date: 2007-03-12 01:41 am (UTC)Glad to hear Steve's doing well!
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Date: 2007-03-12 08:42 am (UTC)Somethings just get drummed into your fingers :-)
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Date: 2007-03-14 04:00 am (UTC)"An' then I picked up a Bell telephone, an'a strange woman started in te' talk... What next? What next?!" - Will, in "Oklahoma" singing that everything's up to date in Kansas City. Our first phone, in Minnesota, was like that. So comforting to know that I'm not the only one now living who can remember that far back (LOL).
On your next neighborhood walk, how about taking the camera along -hint, hint =0)
Thanks for sharing the good news about Steve !
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Date: 2007-03-15 05:25 am (UTC)Don't worry, I had the calendar marked ;0)