Singer of melodies, oldies love song: Feelings

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Since this singer was kind enough to leave a comment on one of my posts, I thought I'd share his blog and his voice with my readers.  Lovely oldies!  (Don't forget to pause my blog music so you can enjoy!)

Any Such Thing?

Edgar Cayce - and others - have been known to say there is no such thing as coincidence.
I am sure, gentle reader, you have had times when you have experienced "coincidence" and wondered, as have I.
Here is one for the books...and I have no idea if it meant something, or truly was, "Coincidence."
Sunday evening I picked up the book "Daughter of the Stars" by Phyllis Whitney.  The book has been hanging around waiting to be read for probably a few years....I've given up reading Whitney so I kept pushing it away.  This time I made the decision to get it read and move it out.
Last evening I took the book to bed to complete.  I didn't like the book any more than I expected...but the history of Harpers Ferry was interesting.  She covered quite a bit of the historic attack by John Brown - his motivations and his failure.  She discusses in some depth the buildings, the bridge, the streets and, since I have been to the area several times, I could see it quite clearly in my mind's eye.
Finally I turned the last page and closed the book. 
Clicked on the tv.
First thing on the screen?
A close up picture of John Brown.
Startled would not come close to describing my reaction.
Next sentence uttered by the commentator included the words "Harpers Ferry."
Now I was feeling uncomfortable.  Closest I can come to describing my sensation was that feeling when you are about to enter a room and suddenly "know" that people are going to yell "surprise!".
My brain wasn't accepting what I was seeing and hearing, and certainly, that was leaving my body with something akin to discomfort.
I guess the documentary lasted around 1/2 hour - and during that time they showed me 90% of what I'd just read.  The fire house....the farm house.....the two sons who died during the attack and subsequent battle.  The Marines.  The bridge.  The armory.
I watched it to the end - my thinking was, "maybe I'll figure out the why of this."
I haven't.

Can you?

This and a Little of That

 Toward the end of September we got to go to Ocean City and have one of those relaxing days on the boardwalk I love so much.  First up, early dinner/late lunch at Mac and Manco's.  Then some awesome Jersey Shore Coffee to enjoy as we sat and read and listened to the waves.

 The boardwalk was full of patriotism -

The sky was full of drama

Finally finished with Christmas wall hanging begun in 1996 or 1997.  Here it is drying on the line after I took a Tide stick to some pencil lines - it worked pretty well.  Yet another project completed.  Yay Me!

It Just Isn't Quite the Same

Halloween is upon us.  I used to adore Halloween.  I used to put so much time and effort into decorating and making it fun for my own kids and for the kids who came to our house to trick or treat.

Lots of my enthusiasm for Halloween came from the way we spent the day back home.

Our town was small.  Everyone knew everyone.  In fact, lots of us were related to each other….there were no strangers – thus there was little danger in trick or treating.

We would ring the bell, or knock on the door and someone we knew would answer.  “Come in, come in!” 

And then the questions would begin.

“Do we know you?”

Nodding, we would silently reply.

“Do you live in town?”

Nod

And on and on it would go until you were either guessed correctly, or they gave up.  Sometimes the “give-up” was on purpose to reward a really good costume.

And then the real fun began.

Homemade, warm cider – homemade donuts, cookies.  All enjoyed sitting around feeling a warm and homemade sense of belonging.

Even the town gas station gave out donuts and cider.

We got some candy, some handmade and wrapped popcorn balls.

But it wasn’t so much the loot in our bags that counted.  We probably weren’t aware of it, but the real treat of Halloween was the sense of family – of fitting in  - of being a valued member of the town.

My kids didn’t have nearly as much of this sense in our suburban neighborhood -  but it came close….at least when they visited the houses on our block.

I didn’t have the money to spend on store-bought decorations over the years – but that didn’t stop me from making it the “trickiest” house around.  Many years I got compliments from other parents on the fun they had bringing their kids to our house.

I worked out a way to tape and play scary songs and sounds – some I made up myself – and little ones were noticeably reticent in their climb up our brick steps – scary in their own right!

One year I came up with a recipe for homemade makeup as developed by the makeup artist for Freddy Kruger.  Our youngest son wore it the first year.  He and his Dad wore it the next year…when I finally figured out I should prep the skin first so as to eliminate the removal of eyebrows and facial hair!  There were neighbors who took quite some time getting over the fear my husband caused when he went door to door with a gaping wound in his face!

But once the kids are gone, and the house is visited by kids car pooled in from who knows where, a lot of the fun disappears. 

It isn’t the same.  It isn’t anywhere near as much fun.

So you are subjected to Halloween music here on my blog…I came up with TP’s Halloween persona…..I’ll buy some candy…..

But it isn’t the same.

More’s the pity……