Sunday, January 17, 2016

Well...

Hello, Dear Ones! Well, that's right. I'm not doing any decorating now since I'm kinda lying on the couch or sitting in my chair most of the day. Thank you all for sticking with me. I'm healing well and doing good with my physical therapy sessions. I'm thankful. I have been doing some needlework and will show that to you soon but in the mean time I thought I'd get nostalgic with you.

I got an email from one of my childhood friends. We went to school together and were in the same youth group at church. He sent me this old snap and since I love you all so much thought I'd share it with you.
Now don't you laugh! I heard you! :) Well, this was probably around 1969 or 1970. First of all I have always loved 'hair' so I had the falls, 'member thoses? Hair pieces and a few wigs that we gals in the late 60s or 70s wore. All those curls on my head belonged to a hairpiece. I would poke my hair up in a bun and then bobby pin the hairpiece on. I did my own curls and fixed other folks hairpieces sometimes too! I've always been so talented like that, you know! ;)

With that out of the way, I've always been musical most my life. Besides playing the piano I used to sing and play my ukulele! Yes ma'am I did! I sang Peter, Paul and Mary songs, Linda Ronstadt songs and Harry Nilson songs. The best I can remember this was a sweetheart banquet for my youth group from our church and I was the entertainment, y'all! :) Never been too shy ya know! For the life of me I don't remember what I sang that night. I couldn't play a uke now for the life of me. I don't remember the chords at all but at that time I could plinkity plunk those four little strings to pieces.

As you can see, besides all that hair, I'm in a little double knit empire waisted dress that my mother made. It should have been pink or red, don't you think? Do you remember double knit fabric? She made most of my clothes back then. I'm wearing a corsage that my sweetie gave me. No, it wasn't Mr. Precious. Shh...this was before I had met him. My legs just look huge here! They really weren't that big! Maybe I should have cropped, oh well, too late! ;)

I do remember that the place was provided by the local electric company. You could reserve this room with tables, chairs and a kitchen which you can see behind me. Look at that spot under my chair - looks like someone spilled a can of grease. I can remember attending lots of wedding and baby showers for my friends in this room. I wonder if it's still there. Probably not.

I can also remember the most fanciest of food that we were served back then. Don't know if it was served that night but all of the youth banquets from school always served it ~ a hamburger patty with a slice of bacon wrapped around it - a fake filet mignon! Teenagers back then didn't know any differently! After all this was in west Texas. Odessa.

Well there's just a little snippet of my teenaged years. I had a great time during my teens. We attended a wonderful church with lots of kids my age and our youth group was just fantastic. I'm still in touch with most of the kids. Too bad no one taped the sound of me singing and ukeing. I'm sure I would have amazed you all! :)

Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song ~

Different Drum

You and I travel to the beat of a different drum
Oh can't you tell by the way I run
Every time you make eyes at me
You cry and moan and say it will work out
But honey child I've got my doubts
You can't see the forest for the trees
Oh don't get me wrong
It's not that I knock it
It's just that I am not in the market
For a boy who wants to love only me
Yes, and I ain't saying you ain't pretty
All I'm saying, I'm not ready
For any person, place or thing
To try and pull the reins in on me
So goodbye I'll be leaving
I see no sense in this crying and grieving
We'll both live a lot longer
If you live without me
Oh don't get me wrong
It's not that I knock it
It's just that I am not in the market
For a boy who wants to love only me
Yes, and I ain't saying you ain't pretty
All I'm saying, I'm not ready
For any person, place or thing
To try and pull the reins in on me
So goodbye I'll be leaving
I see no sense in this crying and grieving
We'll both live a lot longer
If you live without me
~ sung by Linda Ronstadt