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Christmas Past

I’ve been looking through some old photos of my sister and me when we were kids. We always looked happiest in our pictures together. I guess even with all the turmoil we both endured as children, having each other made it bearable.

I absolutely adored my little sister. Oh, we had our problems, but I always loved her. Looking back on those old photos, it appears the feeling was mutual. We hugged a lot, danced together and looked generally happy and comfortable in each other’s company.

On Christmas mornings, Julie and I were awake by 4:00. We didn’t dare wake the parents, but we would sneak into the living room to see if Santa had been there.

The next two hours felt like an eternity, but we would wait together either in her bed or in mine, giggling in anticipation and trying to guess what was hidden beneath the pretty wrappings and bows.

Those days never ended as well as they started. But I’m not going into all that.

Julie died eight years ago this coming February. She was thirty years old. It’s hard to believe that the vibrant little girl in those old Christmas photos is gone. She’s gone and the world keeps turning, people keep going and life moves on.

Sometimes it just doesn’t seem real.

I don’t really know what I’m trying to say here. My thoughts and feelings are all over the place. I want to play this song in Julie’s memory tonight, in memory of the good times we shared and the bad times we helped each other endure. The song was special to Julie, and it speaks a lot to how I feel tonight, particularly the chorus:

And now I’m glad I didn’t know,
The way it all would end,
The way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
But I’d have had to miss the dance.

Maybe you’ll enjoy it too.

The Dance
Garth Brooks

Looking back on the memory of,
The dance we shared,
‘Neath the stars above.
For a moment all the world was right.
How could I have known,
That you’d ever say goodbye?

And now I’m glad I didn’t know,
The way it all would end,
The way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
But I’d have had to miss the dance.

Holding you, I held everything.
For a moment, wasn’t I a king?
But if I’d only known,
How the king would fall.
Hey, who’s to say, you know,
I might have changed it all.

And now I’m glad I didn’t know,
The way it all would end,
The way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
But I’d have had to miss the dance.

Yes my life, it’s better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
But I’d have had to miss the dance.


The Big Day

My son just left for his first day of middle school. I thought I was ready for it; I thought I wanted him to go back to school. The house hasn’t been quiet for two months, and I thought I’d enjoy the peace. But it’s too quiet now; all I hear is the hum of the fan in the next room, and the ticking of the clock above my head. How apt!

Where has all the time gone?

I cried a little before sitting down to write this. My mind took me back to the days when my baby was learning to walk. His nose crinkled when he grinned, exposing all four of his teeth, as he staggered across the room. When his diapered bottom hit the floor, he giggled. He didn’t seem discouraged by falling, but rather pleased because he’d made it as far as he did.

I hope he never loses his glass-half-full perspective. He’s going to need it more now than he ever has.

I didn’t get to say goodbye before he left. Not the way I had wanted to. His friend came over to get him, and there is to be no lovey-dovey business in front of friends. I understand that and I respect his boundaries, but things felt incomplete. The kid came over twenty minutes earlier than planned, and so we were cut short to begin with, then my son said, “Bye, Mom!” and walked out the door without looking back.

I called him on his cell phone to tell him I love him and wish him a good day. I thought it’d be OK as school hadn’t yet started. He abruptly informed me that he’s not allowed to use the phone on campus and that he was shutting it off. “Bye, Mom!” Bzzzz….

So here I sit on The Big Day, tears streaming down my cheeks, unmotivated to do any work. Good thing I’m allowed to set my own hours. I know I sound terribly clingy, but I’m really not. Not as much as this post might suggest, anyway. I certainly won’t tell my son that I cried or any of that. I just thought that writing about this might help me feel better.

I was wrong.

Posted by Lottie — Copyright © 2008 Rambling On


Saturday Cartoons – Elvis Edition

In loving memory of Elvis Presely
January 8, 1935 – August 16, 1977

Elvis
Elvis Presley, a cultural icon often referred to as The King of Rock ‘n’ Roll, needs no introduction from me, I’m sure.

I remember the breaking news of Elvis’ death on August 16, 1977. Such profound, worldwide sadness is not easily forgotten.

Thirty-one years later, Elvis Presely’s music and legacy are still alive and well. Elvis’ music changed the industry as well as the entire world. Such classics as, Jailhouse Rock, Love Me Tender and Don’t Be Cruel will never die. I have a long list of personal favorites, but there’s not enough space here to name them all.

For today’s Saturday Cartoons, I have chosen a lovely animated tribute to Elvis, created by Imad Karam. It’s a wonderful medley of Elvis favorites that any Elvis fan is sure to enjoy.

Posted by Lottie — Copyright © 2008 Rambling On


The Elvis Medleyvideo clip by Imad Karam


My Beatlemania

I grew up listening to The Beatles. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know their music or their names. My mother would play them on 45 rpm records while we were home. When were out in the car, we listened to them on 8-track tapes. I remember singing along with The Beatles when I was small enough that I could stand up on the front seat of my dad’s 1969 Mustang.

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah…

She was just seventeen, and you know what I mean…

Man, that takes me back.

The Beatles were fun and exciting. In the midst of a rather turbulent childhood, they were a constant reminder that there were other ways of thinking and being and other places to go in the world. Even after all these years, their music makes me happy and upbeat. It is utterly timeless.

I’m not really sure what the purpose of this post is. I’ve been listening to The Beatles and John Lennon’s solo music for the past couple of days, so I guess that’s where my mind is right now.

Browsing through YouTube, I did come across a great song that made me think of my small circle of blogging friends; those who have been supportive and encouraging through some stressful and difficult times (even when they didn’t realize it). In closing, I dedicate this song to them. I’m sure they know who they are (that includes you, Honey).


Do You Remember These?

After watching a video that my friend, Gary, posted yesterday, I started feeling a little nostalgic and went hunting for some more good, old stuff to listen to. I stumbled across a few Statler Brothers YouTube videos and, boy did they take me back.

I listened to Statler Brothers a lot when I was growing up. This song was one of my favorites, even though it’s about stuff that was a little before my time. Still, it made me happy then, and it lifted my spirits today, so I wanted to share it with you.

Hope you enjoy it!

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