tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post156970194555591562..comments2024-03-15T07:36:42.852-04:00Comments on Maxminimus: Moon RiverADGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16612897500610475937noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-83825328667630941922012-08-18T06:24:40.559-04:002012-08-18T06:24:40.559-04:00Yoga...Mildred sounds similar to Mrs. Wood. Butcep...Yoga...Mildred sounds similar to Mrs. Wood. Butcept she didn't have no animals.<br /><br />FogeyYoung...I need to do a post on my numerous trips to the Reproductive Endocrinologist office. I came to look forward to it, actually.<br /><br />Leopard...I barely made it out alive.ADGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16612897500610475937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-85298617377702615242012-08-15T21:38:15.620-04:002012-08-15T21:38:15.620-04:00Ha! I can still play the first few lines of Für E...Ha! I can still play the first few lines of Für Elise, which are the only ones I learned.<br />For years we had the pleasure of living across from the white bungalow that Mildred, our local piano teacher lived and taught in. She even had the little grand piano sign with "music teacher" hanging outside her front door.<br />Mildred taught kids and walked her one-eyed rescue-pit bull Sweetie until well into her 80's. And she told me my rendition of Für Elise was one of the worst she'd ever heard.<br />You bring up the best memories.yoga teacherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05551998007150554947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-48029391445606403802012-08-13T23:54:00.279-04:002012-08-13T23:54:00.279-04:00I went with wifey-poo to the OB/GYN when she was l...I went with wifey-poo to the OB/GYN when she was laden with child. I always felt like an alien, an intruder, an interloper, amidst the touchy-feely girly-girly Authentic Curated Heritage Antique Laura Ashley-esque frou-frou interior decor.Young Fogeynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-72570882453243360192012-08-13T13:18:04.379-04:002012-08-13T13:18:04.379-04:00I really enjoyed that, thank you!!
LeighI really enjoyed that, thank you!!<br />LeighAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-24343800257827902252012-08-13T12:08:31.243-04:002012-08-13T12:08:31.243-04:00Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, to call your blogs evocative is a...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, to call your blogs evocative is an understatement. I was basically living the same nightmare down in San Antonio at the same time. My older sister practicing the piano for recitals was like watching someone play wack-a-mole except with real moles, the sounds were excruciating and the group recitals were something out of a Vincent Price movie (Dr. Phibes and the Ten Fingers of Death, G.I. Joe would have collaborated just to have the torture stop)all so a bunch of untalented spoiled kids could get some plastic bust of Brahms, Beethoven or whoever the composer dujour was, so the kids would keep taking lessons. I'm glad you made it out alive. As for me, my wife has just started taking piano lessons and I'm just waiting for Rod Serling to walk in the front door (I think I hear the Twilight Zone theme now). Moon River is great, the Andy Williams version was big at our house, a classic. Blog on! The Leopardnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-90496906851645040112012-08-13T04:29:45.857-04:002012-08-13T04:29:45.857-04:00FloMotion…I never considered the resemblance. Than...FloMotion…I never considered the resemblance. Thanks. And my mom thanks you. <br /><br />NCJackie...Oh man! I forgot about the Jello Salad. It was bad enough to have some of that fruit suspended in it but it was worse, at least for me, when I bit into a piece of lettuce that seemed, in my smelly great aunt’s Jello, suspended therein. I could write a whole ‘nother post on my great aunt’s house in Kingstree, SC but I won’t.<br /><br />FogeyYoung…I didn’t know they were Hummels either, back then. I just knew I couldn’t, not that I wanted to, touch anything while I was there. I was scared to touch myself. And I didn’t read back then. OB/GYN’s offices? ? ? ?<br /><br />ilovelimegreen ... I got kicked out of Boy Scouts.<br /><br />Kerry...Thanks.<br />ADGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16612897500610475937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-16705072129296548272012-08-13T00:07:16.268-04:002012-08-13T00:07:16.268-04:00Your mother is really pretty. Moon River is my sec...Your mother is really pretty. Moon River is my second favorite song, I love Petra Haden's version. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08149931552667513001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-29241893473088929352012-08-12T21:41:00.705-04:002012-08-12T21:41:00.705-04:00I have vivid memories of "The Edge of Night&q...I have vivid memories of "The Edge of Night"'s opening credits. Not "Secret Storm" at all.ilovelimegreenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13704346108310846391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-48554748947204845382012-08-12T21:22:31.311-04:002012-08-12T21:22:31.311-04:00"...and we would watch 'The Edge of Night..."...and we would watch 'The Edge of Night'."<br /><br />I can't stop laffinnnnn! <br /><br />I too got sorted out to an aunt's house where "The Edge" was running. To this day I still remember Adam and Nicole!<br /><br />-FAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-89622278256270646842012-08-12T20:25:06.990-04:002012-08-12T20:25:06.990-04:00Your sister's clumsiness in piano reminds me o...Your sister's clumsiness in piano reminds me of when I was expelled from ballet for clumsiness of a differnt type. <br /><br />Your afternoon visits to the piano teacher remind me of when my mother had errands to run and she would take me to a neigbor's house -an elderly Greek lady with a very long name -I called her Miss Nick-Nick. Her home was filled with doilies and heavily carved mahogany furniture and we would watch "The Edge of Night".ilovelimegreenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13704346108310846391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-81035066179267422902012-08-12T19:53:56.501-04:002012-08-12T19:53:56.501-04:00My piano teacher was a million years old, too, but...My piano teacher was a million years old, too, but was a man who came to our house.<br /><br />I, too, recall the feelings of dread and dullness that were part and parcel of visits to certain homes. The old people's house smell (heavy on the mothballs and potpourri); the bric-a-brac (I didn't know they were called Hummels until well into adulthood); the lace doilies; the sheer untouchableness of it all leading to the despair of "there's nothing to do." (Good thing I often took books on such visits.)<br /><br />It was all almost as alien as the OB/GYN's office is now.Young Fogeynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-46364598880675164632012-08-12T18:13:54.574-04:002012-08-12T18:13:54.574-04:00You're absolutely right, Flo...posted July 4.....You're absolutely right, Flo...posted July 4.....there's a whole lotta grandma in that little golden-haired girl.Gail, in northern Californianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-54495349044033938712012-08-12T18:09:08.857-04:002012-08-12T18:09:08.857-04:00No piano lessons, but I still cringe when I hear t...No piano lessons, but I still cringe when I hear the term "go visit". Over alf a century later I can smell old lady parlor, and taste Jello salad...'scuse me, got to go gargle.NCJacknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-53491724747184307172012-08-12T15:50:17.653-04:002012-08-12T15:50:17.653-04:00"There she is...mom. With a look that's&q..."There she is...mom. With a look that's"<br /><br />Max, wow, is it just me or is there a strong resemblance between your Mom and LFG. You put up a recent pic of LFG getting serious about swim trunks that seemed like a virtual twin to this one of your Mom.<br /><br />http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Gpqpu-pUjQ/T_RYQU3mXGI/AAAAAAAALms/vTDr1bBHx3o/s640/tn+%25284%2529.jpg <br /><br />Tell your Momma we said hey.<br /><br />-FAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-78377828259527329252012-08-12T11:38:40.086-04:002012-08-12T11:38:40.086-04:00Lisa...that's a cool story. Thanks. The "...Lisa...that's a cool story. Thanks. The "no one spoke for several minutes" was kinda how I felt after listening to the YouTube version that Susan sent me. And then I had, which of late is impossible for me, the easiest time writing this story. If I could get that same kinda juju more often, I'd effortlessly write a ditty per day. Alas.ADGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16612897500610475937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8818519199109196200.post-58820524594364629482012-08-12T10:16:03.961-04:002012-08-12T10:16:03.961-04:00Tag-along chattel. Sigh. That language again. Hoor...Tag-along chattel. Sigh. That language again. Hooray.<br /><br />And Moon River is the song of songs for Significant Other and I. First heard as a group of us sat in the 27-story high lobby of the Jin Mao Hyatt in Shanghai, played by a trio of young Chinese. The bass player killed it. No one spoke for several minutes, after.Lisahttp://www.amidprivilege.comnoreply@blogger.com