:Lightning Could Strike

Could It Happen To You? Yes. If you're lucky it could. How does one know if it happens? There is no way to not know when it does! You'll be electrified!

First Awareness

So, then - has that ever happened to you? You may be seven or seventy. But you see him (or her if that's your thing) and the earth seems to stand still. It may be the first glimpse ever you've gotten of him. Or you may have seen him many times before, but it's never been like this. You're frozen in your tracks or you may seem to be lighter than air. Whatever else, you're transformed.

You don’t know quite what has happened but you cannot take your eyes off of him. You're safely out of his view so you can stare and absorb his image to your heart's content. You feast your eyes and his image seems to fill your being till your heart feels too large for your chest. It's as though some angel had touched him and bestowed on him all grace and beauty, every virtue and inspiration! He's become the sole occupant of a place in your soul which can never ever again be filled so fully.

It's summertime and he's riding his bicycle out in his back yard and you're under the back porch of your house, peering through the lattice. He looks so - free, so joyous! So wonderful.   You're transfixed.  But how you wish he would ride you with him on his bike.

You're so very aware of everything! What is this, you wonder! It’s as if lightning has struck! The hairs on your arm stand up; that is if you're older than seven and have arm hair. If not, still, your mind is dizzily reeling and your heart seems to be pounding out of your chest even though you are aware that you've never felt more in balance. Somehow you feel - both whole and molten.

Everything inside seems to reach out to him. It feels like a magnet is pulling you and you are but helpless shards of iron flying into his sphere with no will of your own. Of course, if you're seven you have no idea what this is all about but, even so, you're acutely aware that you will never be the same again.

From that moment onward there is and always will be an imaginary wreath of trembling flowers and shimmering lights surrounding his name as you think of it or write it. It is like a song. You know that you'll never ever again be able to think of it without that wreath around it, the distant music tinkling and this magnificent sense of - what? Reverence? Awe? Amazement? Devotion? Completion? OH - All of that and more!

Today While The Strawberries Still Cling To The Vine...

It's evening now and the sun is sinking over the 'sleeping lady' mountains, but the glow around him riding his bike still tremors and radiates brighter than the sun. And where did this marvel come from? Why just now aware of him?

Oh, his family had moved across the alley the year before. But this apparition which is just now filling my thoughts must have originated somewhere very special! Even before, – when they'd just moved in, though, there was something special about him. He seemed to have a little smile about his mouth that suggested he knew some private joke. But he was always busily involved in doing things and scarsely had time for little girls, so little girls didn't often get the chance to focus on his expression like this!

But this evening, I could and it was - -something unearthly I beheld, as if we had been made together in some original place far away and it was inevitable that we would meet. But he didn't seem to be even the sightest bit aware of it.

I shrugged but still felt elated. That didn't matter, not at all. I was aware enough for the both of us. He would see.

My reverie is interrupted unceremoniously.

Mother calls me for supper just as he is parking his bike and going into his house. I scramble out of the private place under the small elevated back porch, which is enclosed on three sides by the lattice, with the other side opening into a large enclosed storage area with stairs leading up to the house which is raised from the ground. Each of the three porches, back, side and front, has a raised porch.

As I get up to the central hallway, I can see that my siblings are assembling around our table in the dining room, chattering merrily about their day's activities, as usual. Washed, seated and with grace said, we pass around the bowls of veggies, the platter of meat, the basket of bread and I eat with the usual conversaton passing over my head. Tonight I didn't even try to find out what they are talking about. I just eat my dinner like a good little girl. Besides, in our house, there is no discussion about likes or dislikes. We are all happy with the fare and we clean our plates. Tonight, however, I barely taste the food, though it's my favorite: Mother's corn soufflé, her roast beef and a salad full of buttery avocado slices. The occasion is my eldest sister's upcoming graduation from college. But I can hardly wait for the meal to end so that I can go to my bed and think! Think of HIM! Without interruptions!

"You did well, dear" Mother is saying to me as my sisters gather up the dishes. "You'll love the dessert! It's banana pudding!" That is my very most favorite, but tonight, I just felt delayed by it and ever so eager to get back to my musing.

At a later time, he's going to the Pumphouse to swim, riding his bike and I’m walking, as I always do. He pulls up beside me, stops and props the bike up with one foot on the ground and says, “Hop on, kid.” as he gives me a hand clamoring onto the narrow seat behind his on the bike. I'm not even allowed to ride a bike, but this is justified as an exception, I'm thinking. I put my arms around his waist and I can feel the muscles contract as he pumps the bike. The breeze is teasing my hair as we ride the six or seven blocks to the swimming hole which is fed from a tremendous natural springs and as soon as it's in sight he lets me off the bike, rather unceremoniously, I thought, but I don't care. I'll forever treasure that moment and that ride with him for as long as I live, I know I will!

But how quickly the days of childhood march on and in a few years my family moves to another town north of there, as does his, except that they move further north-west, where the Davis Mountains rise and the mysterious "lights of Marfa" continue to fascinate those who love to speculate about such things.

Gradually I'm not thinking about him all the time. I'm getting accustomed to a new house and school, all in another town. I encounter my first real snow! I like some things about the place, and some, not so much.

The kids there have been together since early grades, the way I and my friends were back 'home' so I'm not especially happy about that. I feel more awkward and self-conscious, too. I miss my friends and now that my siblings are all grown and flown the nest, I am the only 'kid' in the house most of the time. I make new friends, but it's not ever the same as before - when you're so young.

Every time I do think of HIM, the flowers and lights encircling his name appear and the faint scent of summer lightning-activated ozone seems to permeate my senses and nestle there under my nose as I experience strange feelings deep inside. I wonder what he's doing and if he still rides his bike of if he even remembers me.

Everyone else has always called him Kenny but to me, he is always Kenneth. Even now, there are the flowers and lights around it, just thinking about it again these many years after his passing and even more years beyond young love. It still has the magic glow about it.

Mother and I went to see his family that summer, which was when she decided to enroll in the summer session at the teachers’ college in his town. She had her degrees from up north, but was not accredited to teach in our state, so that was the plan. She wanted to substitue-teach whenever the opportunity arose and she was free to fill in. So while she went to her classes, I went to piano lessons. We stayed in the dorm and had time to go out on painting forays too.  And that summer I learned to play Beethoven’s Fur Elise on the piano. It always reminds me of that special time.

He was 12 now and I was 10. Bicycles no longer captured his interest. But I certainly didn’t! either. I could have been invisible!

No, now he was into rodeo riding. Oh – not professionally and competitively, but he rode his own horse every chance he got and was pretty good on the bucking ones in the little local weekend rodeos. He obviously dreamt of riding in real rodeos, though.

I was enthralled. I didn't care what he wanted to do - it was all tinged with magic to me. I still felt it whenever I beheld him and he still didn’t notice me beyond the fact that I was his little sister’s playmate and we were into dolls and stuff, though I never missed a chance to watch him ride his horses or even swim in the cold mountain swimming pool. I tried it once, but I was too much the warm spring water swimmer. Better to be a spectator - every chance I got!

More years went by.

I went to school in that town where we'd moved through the grades from junior high, 7th grade till my junior year of high school. That year it was decided that I would go away to boarding school (only 100 miles distant) for my senior year. In fact my best friend from the old town joined me for summer school at the academy between our junior and senior years. We didn't have any heavy classes for summer school. We just took light electives; one of mine was piano. I did a lot of sewing for the fall and we enjoyed just being "away at school" without having to do too much studying - yet. When classes started in the fall, it was serious school. My grade average improved vastly. Had i done as well all four years of high school, I might have been valedictorian. As it was, I was fifth in the class. My parents were pleased and felt they'd made a good decision to send me there.

I suspect that my parents, being older, had felt a bit overwhelmed with having a lone and not extremely happy teenager at home, now that the older siblings were all away living their own grown-up lives.

Another factor was that my parents had frequent lengthy commutes between the farm near our town and the ranch hundreds of miles distant. This always required that I stay with neighbors when school was in session, which was somewhat disturbing to regular studying. Boarding school took care of several problems in one fell swoop and they knew I was well supervised and had plenty of friends on campus.

After graduating high high school there the next spring, I again enrolled in summer school at the college with which the academy was associated. I was well acquainted on campus and had settled into a pleasant school life.

But the following summer, when I'd finished my freshman year and I’d been away at school from age fourteen, plans were made for me to come home for the summer! I was eager to see how it would go.

I'd had a few boyfriends at school but had never forgotten HIM. But it seemed I was too busy trying to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up to dwell on it a lot and I'd learned to not pine for what did not seem 'to be' in the works.

Still, the old spark was alive and well. I always felt a tingle when I did think of him. And no one else was like a bolt of lightning through me, although a 'current' beau at school had surprised me with a huge Sweet Sixteen birthday party that spring semester and was courting me 'big-time'. Nothing gave the same thrill of that bicycle ride holding on to him when I was seven though.

So now, sweet sixteen and home from school for the summer, I learned what I hadn’t known: that HE was now in the military and was stationed at the base in my hometown! He’d been coming out to the house and visiting with my parents when he had days off all during that year! For whatever reason, they hadn't thought to mention it to me before that day in early June, a day when he was planning to drop by. As far as I know, he wasn't expecting to see me that day, either, although I'm not certain about all the details. I am pretty sure tht my mother, being a romantic, was more enthusiastic about a possible romance between us than my dad was. You know how dads are!

Honestly, I was so excited, in fact, almost giddy, but I managed to keep my composure, which I was noted for at school.

I do remember that I wore a simple but becoming navy blue dress and when I walked into the living room where he was, the lightning flashed and struck again, except this time – it went both directions and it fused two soul-mates into one complete soul. The song I'd been playing then was Cole Porter’s Night and Day. It became our song of songs.

This Never Happened Before


Our paths were star-crossed from the onset, I suppose. I've wondered how things 'might have been' many times. But there did come a time of closure.

After being so in love - and engaged (off and on) - for the next twp years, with myselfI off at school and himself still stationed in my town, where we were able to spend time together during summers and on holidays - (when we weren't broken up) - a major challenge arose. We were obviously too immature to deal with it well.

He was to be transferred away to a base in a northeastern state. We'd had a tiff over Christmas before I returned to school for the spring semester. This major change occurred in January, so when he called me at school to announce the transfer and to ask me to marry him right then and go with him to New York, I said I couldn't. That was the truth.

I had to finish school before I made any major plans. It was rare in those days for any young people to attempt or even consider both marriage and college, with the exception of returning veterans who pursued educations after their service, and on the GI Bill. In the cases when marriage was too great a temptation, the girls just had to drop out of school and become housewives. I wanted to be a wife someday but I wanted to finish school first.

In any case, it was unthinkable in my family that any of us would allow anything to stand in the way of finishing school. i was the last of four children who was expected to finish her education and it wasn't negotiable. Besides, I thought if he really loves me, he will be willing to wait a couple more years. I'm sure I expressed that sentiment.

But he wasn't happy. He was angry and upset. In fact, he was so upset that he came to my school - quite inebriated - and made a scene, which was a really BAD - - -BAD idea at the conservative school I attended. I really hardly remember the consequences for me at my dorm, but I have no doubt there must have been some.

In fact, it was many years later that he told me that I was so peeved at him, I told him off in no uncertain terms for doing that and sent him on his way. He remembered that I said I never wanted to lay eyes on him again, but I have no memory of that. I must have blocked all that out of my memory, because I was totally crushed when he left and even more crushed when I learned that he soon thereafter married a girl he'd only just met in that other state. I was devastated, in fact.

But time passed, as it is wont to do. And I transferred to another school and finished my degree - under the eagle eye of my eldest sister. I thnk my family was concerned about me and wanted to steer me aright. Other major things happened, of course, including the death of that sister not long after I graduated, which was another crushing blow.

So life went on - as it is wont to do. There were many more real challenges.

YEARS later- almost 30 years, in fact - he reappeared in my life during one of his many divorces from the same wife he'd married way back then. My champion in grade school who carried my books home many days, became the District Judge who officiated at the many divorces of the couple, in fact.

But this time, HE had tracked me down somehow through friends of relatives who knew relatives of his and he'd heard through that grapevine that I was divorced. He called me and almost ordered me to come to him right away, but again I had to say I couldn't and that I wouldn't I wasn't someone to summon like that and moreover, I was committed to my George.

But Kenneth soon came to see us both and we formed a strong friendship, more than he and I Iever really had as kids, when we were so crazy in love we couldn't think straight!

We developed a strong mutual respect for each others' minds and even though we still felt the lightning at times, we also had a strong respect for each others' commitments. In all our years we never consummated our passion. Those were different times. Perhaps all those long visits with my parents put the fear into him. I'm not sure I was the one keeping things chaste!

He went on to finish his college and became a teacher of electronics at the high school in our old original hometown, where I first loved him riding his bicycle and where he gave me a ride on it so long before.

PCs were just coming into wide use and he trained many a youngster who would later go on to blaze trails in the field in that small town.. The first e-mails I ever had - weren't really e-mails, but were letters written on his word-processor and snail-mailed.

We corresponded, chatted on the phone and visited back and forth a few times. He'd remarried his wife again and George and I visited them once. While we were there, he wanted us to see a tape he had of Doctor Zhivago, which we did. He had tears in his eyes and a break in his voice as he spoke of his empathy with "that poor old Russian" who never got what he wanted most in life.

He came to see me in early summer of 1984 and after he went back home, he was gone to his final rest within two months. A tremendous energy - gone. And an enormous place in my heart where lightning first struck and was never to strike again with the same velocity and intensity.

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thevoice 6 years ago from carthage ill

this a six start great great hub well done thanks

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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas

What a bittersweet story. I guess we all never forget our first love. It is a powerful thing isnt it sometimes that can last a lifetime. Sometimes it almost feels like we are only meant to fall in love once because that first one is so powerful and hard to get over. My first love spoiled me for others for many years. I enjoyed your story and you mentioned the Marfa lights. I used to live in Abilene Texas when I was married to my exhusband and my kids used to go out there to see if they could see the lights. Just thought I would share that. Cheers.

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

I'm so pleased that you stopped by and read this hub, LadyJane. Yes - the Marfa lights. Actually his family had moved to Alpine, just a bit south of Marfa. And the boarding school I went to was at Abilene! Small world! My family had moved from Del Rio to San Angelo. If you know Abilene, I'm sure those might be familiar places, too!

Yes - it is strange about first loves. Certainly the feelings one experiences 'brand-new' are memorable. But both our families figured we'd probably have had a rocky life together. I don't know. We were definitely too young to get married then, I'm sure of that. Green was what I was. Actually the fact that my Mother warned my first husband I'd never love anyone but Kenneth may not have helped its already very rocky road. It was doomed in any case, though it lasted 18 years!

As it turned out, though, I couldn't have been happier with anyone than I was with my George for the 30 years we were together. We'd both grown up and mellowed and it was a good marriage.

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Feline Prophet 6 years ago from India

Awww Nellieanna, what a lovely tale! Unashamedly emotional, and so different from your other recent hubs! :)

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

Thanks, FP. Yes - it is rather transpparent, isn't it? Well - I'm a complete person and I guess that's ok. If not - it's way too late to change a lot! haha. Nice thing about maturity. ;)

You're so dear to read my ranblimgs.

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De Greek 6 years ago from UK

It is so nice to be allowed a tiny glimpse into a small part of your world, Nellianna. Thank you :-)

And you see, this time your name was included in the " hubs published by your favorite authors" email :-)

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

Aw, DG - thank you for stopping by and taking a peek. I'm pleased that you did and that you seem to have liked it! And quite happy that your notification via e-mail apparently has caught up. I was beginning to wonder if perhaps I've been publishing too swiftly for it. This dratted shingles has turned me into a couch potato and I'm advised to take it easy, avoid strenuous activities and stress and get plenty of rest. A perfect formula for writing! haha. Not as good for working on taxes due in about 9 days, however! Now that is S-T-R-E-S-S! ;) eeeek!

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Michael Shane 6 years ago from Gadsden, Alabama

Very nice topic! The thunder rolls & the lightning strikes! Enjoyed the read!

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

Thank you, Michael. I looked into your site, too. I see that you have first-hand experience with that sensation! Good for you! I enjoyed your poetry, as well!

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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas

Nellieanna the world gets even smaller because my exhusband was actually from Del Rio. His dad was a well known cop there and after he died they named a park after him. So I know Abilene and Del Rio well. My daughter started out at Abilene Christian University and now she is at Baylor. Anyway, just thought I would share. Thanks.

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

OHMYGOSH. That is all too amazing, Ladyjane! I still have connections in Del Rio and my ranch is on further northwest from there up US 90 past Langry a ways and off the highway toward and beyond Pumpville (a ghost town and water station for the railroad, among many deserted after the steam engines were replaced!)

And it was Abilene Christian College when I went there! It became ACU quite a few years later. Both my elder sisters graduated from Baylor! I ended up graduating from SMU and going on for some graduate work at Univ. of Texas @ Austin. What a small world, indeed!!

I'll bet Kenneth knew your ex-father-in-law. He'd lived there as a boy and had been stationed @ Laughlin when he finished his AF career. He continued working as a civilian @ Laughlin in their electronics department for a number of years before he went back and completed his college and became a teacher in the DR High School, until he died. It would be surprising if he hadn't run into a prominent cop in the town during all those years! Amazing! Thanks for sharing those tidbits!

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_cheryl_ 6 years ago from California

What a great heart tugging story. It wasn't what I was expecting from reading the title, but with every word it pulled me in for more! How fortunate you were to have experienced such rare true and raw romance. A bit sad to hear towards the end, but admirable that you two had gained a great friendship and respect for each other. What a priceless connection you made. I really enjoyed reading this! Thanks Nellianna. =)

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

Thanks so much, Cheryl! It indeed was a priceless connection, and the beauty of it was that my beloved George understood it and appreciated that it had the depth to transform into the friendship it did finally. I still treasure it all and it stands on its own merit, not taking from any other relationship. How wonderful it was to finally have had the mature love of George who knew that and liked Kenneth too!

So glad you read and enjoyed it! By the way, I made a webpage tribute to him years ago. Pictures were those he sent at the later time when he was older. No more black hair, but the piercing cornflower blue eyes remained. He also sent a tape of authentic old cowboys songs he'd recorded. One of them is the background music for the page: http://nellieanna.com/kennethtribute.html

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De Cuz 6 years ago from Portsmouth

Nellieanna thank you for sharing this very personal insight into your private self. This lightening phenomena is something few people truely experience. It isnt all plain sailing, or blue skys and roses though. I was visibly moved towards the end. I clicked on on his tribute and his voice matched his photo, masculine through and through. He was a handsome man with a real presence i suspect. H reminded me of my fellow countryman thespian, Peter Finch. Once again thank you for this intimate insight.

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

De Cuz - how nice of you to read the hub and comment with such insight.

I'd been meaning to change the audio on the tribute to Kenneth. There were several selections on the audio tape he shared with me. I changed it on the webpage just now, in case you'd be interested. This one is a narration, rather than a song. It's titled "The Zebra Dun".

Yes he was a presence & quite handsome when younger especially, before life had made his features more rugged. -He was always quite tall with piercing blue eyes, but younger, with a shock of dark hair& a knowing smile, like being able to constantly see through a person and finding it slightly amusing.

I hadn't thought of comparisons with anyone much except maybe Howard Keel. He was a similar type. Was in "Seven Brides For Seven Brothers", the movie version of the Broadway musical. But Peter Finch might be similar too, though of course, Kenneth was a West Texan through and through, not a sophisticate. Thanks for giving me that comparison to consider! I must go look him up and refresh my memory!

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

De Cuz - now this is interesting. I looked up Peter Finch. I could see a lot of resemblance in his younger days, except that his expression lacked the underlying merriment Kenneth's had when younger. But Peter Finch's older expression was so much smoother & more relaxed than Kenneth's when older. That is most interesting.

They both seemed to have the same coloring when young, though PF's hair was all but gone missing as a mature fellow and KB still had the full head of hair, though gray. haha!

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De Cuz 6 years ago from Portsmouth

Heh Nellieanna its great that these few comments caught your attention.....it pleases me, and thank you. Its interesting that we are on different sides of the "pond" yet " Seven Brides for Seven Brothers" was one of the first musicals I ever saw at the cinema. My father was Greek Cypriot and a total fan of all films American. If he took me once, he took me a dozen times to see that film. Even now I have it on Betamax, on video and on dvd, and still enjoy it so much. Your comparison of Kenneth to Howard Keel was cool, but I have to say from an objective point of view Kenneth seems a "deeper" personality, as was Peter Finch.

How wonderful to have such loving memories. When our time comes, the last things that are likely to be with us as the light fades, will be our memories

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

What a gratifying comment, again, DC. I am bowled over that you'd even ever heard of "Seven Brides For Seven Brothers" - much less its being among you - and your father's - favorites.

I have a collection of musicals on DVD - but somehow don't have that one. I should find it & see if it affects me as it did when I saw it at the Texas Theater in San Angelo.

I truly can remember exactly how I felt & how the movie on the big screen & the inside of that movie house were - almost as if I were observing objectively & at the same time, feeling it subjectively. It was after he was gone from my life. The Texas theater was the best (of 3 or 4) in town. Its interior was spacious & quite exotic - sort of north African theme, with little balconies high on the walls & sparkly "starry' sky high above on the domed ceiling. The theater always seemed to smell like lingering incense! Funny to remember all that.

I agree he was deeper than Howard Keel but the physical similarity really grabbed me.

I think Howard Keel was also in "Annie Get Your Gun". It was a good one too.

No doubt our memories will be vivid at the point of departure. Possibly we'll simply know our lives as a complete experience. It would be difficult to focus on any one thing as separate or more important I suspect.

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De Cuz 6 years ago from Portsmouth

Come on Nellieanna, do yourself a favour and get it on dvd. Get yourself set up on the sofa or your favourit chair, nice warm and comfortable, tipple of your choice within arms reach, lights dimmed and sound on at a level that draws you in. By the time Howard and his brothers kidnap them damn women!!!! you will find yourself back in that Texas Theatre....trust me... that sort of thing happens to me often when I do a rerun of one of my favoured movies. Dont you find that certain movies are an important part of our lives.Parts of each film that one empathises with? A familiarity that is reserved for loved ones perhaps. I'm not quite sure why, but for me it can be like that.

I would like to share with you a few titles that are close to my heart and i watch on a regular basis. South Pacific, Amadeus, Captain Corellis Mandolin, The Notebook,Its a Wonderful Life and recently I bought The Bucket List, starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

Oh my, De Cuz! Great suggestion! I share that delight in re-watching (and listenting to) movis and music which has the ability to transform me to a place on the time continuum associated with them to be enjoyed again and again. It's a bonus of the age we live in to be able to literally revisit those experiences.

Even before we had those advantages, though, I always have had a vivid imagination to travel by magic carpet to precious experiences that "went-with" them.

Now sometimes I just 'pig out" with several DVDs and make a day of it! One movie I associate with my mother was her all-time-favorite, "Lost Horizon" with Ronald Coleman, Jane Wyatt & other classic actors. We saw it together when I was a kid in Del Rio at the only movie house in town on Main Street. Lots of memories associated with movies I saw there before the age of 10 when we moved to San Angelo. Mother & I saw the musical version of Lost Horizon there at the Texas, but she was so disappointed.

But back in Del Rio, we saw together "The Wizard of Oz" and "Gone With The Wind" on their first runs! I was only 6 and 7 yet they've both left indellible impressons on me. My eldest sister, Harriet, was the spittin' image of Vivien Leigh. Harriet was just graduating from college then & that resemblance changed her life. Years later she had an opportunity to meet Winston Churchill's son, Randolph, who immediately mentioned the resemblance.

Of course GWTW is in my collection and is watched periodically. Unfortunately I no longer have the original edition of Margaret Mitchell's book, which I read and reread as a teen.

When I was 14, Harriet had the privilege of seeing a first run Broadway performance of "South Pacific". She brought me back a 33-1/3 album of the entire performance, but with a condition I would have to let her cut my hair like Nelly Forbush's. She was always after my long hair to cut. She sweetened the pot by throwing in a beautiful natural straw wide-brimmed hat with a huge red poppy. I had to let her cut my hair and get the goodies! I adored the performance with Mary Martin as Nelly, though I also loved the movie with Mitzi Gaynor (who people told me I looked like then - later it was Audry Hepburn I was supposed to resemble - later, Jean Simmons. LOL) Anyway I saw SP at that same Texas Theate! I have all my versions on recordings, including a recent DVD.

I, too, love "The Notebook". It gives me tingles just thinking of it now. I saw it here in Dallas with George and have it in my DVD collection. Have to have a "fix" from time to time, though it's sadder to me now, after my darling George's slow deteriorization (not as severe as Allie's, tho), my caregiving, similar to Noah's, until my beloved's death, which I didn't share as Allie and Noah in the movie. I have to have plenty of tissues handy.

I probably saw "It's a Wonderful Life" in its earliest showing. I definitely remember seeing it on TV when TV was a tiny round screen one could barely see unless no other light pollution were present. I've seen it at least annually ever year since!! Haven't seen "The Bucket List" yet, though what I know of it is impressive.

A few of the other memorable favorites on my list are "Somewhere In Time", "Jane Eyre", "Hunt For Red October", "A Few Good Men", "Pride and Prejudice", "Top Gun", "Portrait of Dorian Grey", and the list goes on and on. :) Thanks for reminding me & sharing with me some of yours!! Fun!

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De Cuz 6 years ago from Portsmouth

Ah Nellianna, you mentioned A Portrait of Dorian Gray", Oscar Wilde at his intriguing best. I actually have the book in my lowere drawer at work. Some lunchtimes I try to get started reading it over and over. I remember being quite young when I first heard of it. I was about 9/10 yrs old, it was a grey Sunday afternoon at home. My sisters were playing upstairs in their bedroom, no mistaking that noise on the ceiling. We had all finished our Sunday lunch. I had washed and dried up. This was my contribution to the harmony of the home. Mum tidied up, Dad had vanished out.

Every Sunday afternoon I looked forward to this time....time alone with mum! In hindsight I can see it was my opportunity to have her undivided attention. I knew we would sit on the setteee together, her with her glasses and cigarette, and me with my lemonade and possibly a sweet of some sort. "What are we going to watch mum?" "Can we watch a film mum?" No doubt she wanted a few moments peace....alone! Bless her. Ever patient. Ever loving.Never letting on. "The film is called A Portrait of Dorian Gray, now sit quietly, we mustn't miss the beginning". That was it, the perfect afternoon. I recall being a bit afraid and a bit confusede at the end of the film, as the portrait burned and Dorian aged dramatically, rything and screaming.

Thank you so much, this contact with you has stimulated so many old memories, its just great!

How about music? What are the chances that we like some crossover stuff heh, you know, me liking some American music and you liking some Brit stuff? Who or what influenced your taste in music?

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

Your mother was surely as special as mine was!

Oh, yes - I'll get to music in a moment, but must mention seeing "The Picture of Dorian Gray" at an impressionable age, too. Found it scary,not only visually, but the moral message about hypocrisy impressed me deeply, as well. Hurd Hatfield played Dorian. I'd really hoped to find a DVD of that version, but didn't, either due to unavailability or certainly not at a justifiable price. I got a version with a fine young British actor playing the part, Shane Briant.

My musical taste? Wow -it's quite eclectic. Love many kinds of classics, musicals, select C&W, Big Band, smooth singers like Sinatra, Tony Bennett, Celine Dion, Julio Iglesias, Doris Day, Jim Brinkman, Josh Grobin, James Taylor, Ella Fitzgerald. 50s, 60s & 70s folk &, soft rock, Latin beat, some jazz. I like old-fashioned New Orleans jazz (like Pete Fountain) but not wild about Cajun, BlueGrass, "Hillbilly" in general & it will be a long while before I could relate to rap. I love Beethoven, Mozart, Puccini, Chopin & Mahler & several classic performers. I espectially love Cole Porter, Jerome Kern, Gershwin, Rogers & Hammerstein, Rogers & Hart,& Andrew Lloyd Webber's musicalss. "Carousel", "Oklahoma!", "Brigadoon", "Fiddler On the Roof", "My Fair Lady" among favs. Some favorite pop composers are Brazilian Antonio Carlos Jobim, Burt Bacharach.

Yes, I have some British favorite singers & composers. I think of the Beatles & Michael Bolton. Nor as fond of Phil Collins, though I respect his fame. I really like the Celtic Women and new favorites are Dusty Springfield, Leona Lewis and Susan Boyle. Of course, I am a long-time Julie Andrews devotee. Sort of like movies - I like so many that I'm hard-pressed to name favortes. These are just the ones that crowd into my mind!

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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

Such sweet memories you've shared so beautifully with us, Nellieanna. Thank you.

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lalesu - Thank YOU for stopping by, reading and commenting on my hub! I'm delighted to meet you!

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De Cuz 6 years ago from Portsmouth

Funnily enough when I asked you the question about your musical preference, I should have asked myself that very question. Suddenly realising my first real recollection of my musical catalogue goes back even to a time before I was born!!!! Nothing supernatural about that, just my mother, singing lullabys to soothe me off to sleep. It wasnt until years later i learnt about Bing, Frank, Nat, Ella et al. As a 60's teenager I have felt pretty priviledged to have been a part of the "in crowed" social set, as I believed it to be at the time. I was also regarded as a "dedicated follower of fashion" to quote the Kinks. From then I became a great Beatles fan, even being lucky enough to get to see them in concert in 1964, and to this day they hold a special place in my heart. I can run through so many it would be boring, but to name a few wouldn't hurt.....would it?....lol...Rolling Stones, Crosby Stills, Nash and Young, Cat Stevens, Ray Charles, and I have been fortunate enough to see Ike and Tina Turner, Cream, Memphis Slim, Brian Adams, and I even got to take my daughter twice to see Madonna!!!, not particularly to my taste, but I have to admit....100% totally professional and polished.

I often think I must be of a split personality because although this strain of "popular" music runs long and deep in my make up, the other side suprises me at times.

I LOVE classical music, even opera.

I shall list as many as I can before you doze off!!!! lol.

Mozart is truely my fav composer, pure genius. Who else do you know that could sit down and write a full concerto for all the orchestral instruments without making one alteration or crossing out....GENIUS. His contemporary Salieri was driven out of his mind with jealousy and incredulity. Handels Messiah can still raise me to the heavens. Samuel Barbers Agnus Dei, the theme music for the Vietnam War film Platoon, will always tear at my heart. Bizets' duet from the Pearl Fishers, two guys exclaiming there love for the same woman, and even though its in French it still has the ability to bring tears to my eyes.

I best stop, I'm in danger of going on too much, this is an interchange of words and ideas....lol...not an exclusiove hub!!!

Be patient fair maiden as its your fault my nostalgic thoughts have risen to the surface.

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

Yes, you ARE versatile in your musical tastes, De CuzI ! Excellent, too. I'd hoped when you asked about mine that you'd share some of yours too.

Not to worry about the comments section. People will contnribute as they wish and see fit. I don't notice that others' comments or discussion cause much distraction. Discussion is alwasy welcome! I guess that If we hubbers had preferred monologues, we wouldn't need to post our stuff on here! Once posted, we're grateful for whatever responses it merits!

All of us seem to gravitate to the music of our own era most definitley, don't we? - even as we also appreciate that of others! What's so lovely about the classics is that they've outlived any others' eras and their music simply LIVES for all with fortunate privileges of knowing and loving it!

My second eldest sister Ruth introduced me to opera in a manner I could even appreciate when I was quite young. A wonderful little book with pretty illustrations (almost lke a forerunner of The Golden Books my own children would love) and featuring 4 famous operas with their stories told in understandable detail for my tender age, along with brief measures of notes from some of their arias which I could play on my piano. They were Aida, Hansel and Gretal, Lohengrin and Carmen. I read and re-read them and loved them with all my heart. Later when I had the chance to subscribe to Dallas Opera seasons, I grew to love many operas. "Madame Butterfly" is my favorite, with "Boheme" a close runner-up. . . Puccini's arias are exquisitely lovely and the stories are as tragic or as comic as he chooses them to be. Many others as well. - Mozart's operas are wonderful - "The Magic Flute" & "Don Giovanni". Rossini 's too but oh, so many greats! I love ballet too, though I realize it's not as popular as other classic genres.

I wish I had more real music talent of my own, but I do have unbridled love and appreciation for it. As you mention, there are themes from movies which are memorable - - and several classics have also made statements as movie themes. One of my beloved is the "Elvira Madigan" theme, based on Mozart's" Concerto in C Major, #21, Second Movement" theme. It is surely one of the most thrilling themes ever written. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qi_J3_co3dQ

Another which approaches its power is Joaquin Rodrigo's "Concierto de Aranjeuz": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3_sML4prLE It never fails to tingle me head to toe. I first heard it so long ago when it was background to the originally released vinyl record of Rod McKuen's "In Search of Eros".

I was among his first fans back in the 60s, when it was so unusual for anyone to become a commercially successful poet of the time. He did and has remained one of the greats, though he's now white-haired and much more relaxed. Has a very good website, in fact. I believe the Concierto has been used as background of some of his other narrated poetry. It's a perfect pairing with them. He writes really good music too, but his seems to be lighter than many of his poems are. His personal background covers everything from rodeo rider and cowhand to movie director and producer - and always with the creativity of his poetry and music. Anyway - the Concierto has remained one of my all-time favorites, along with many of his poems and musical compositions and I have first editions of many of them.

I've been fornunate to have adopted many other musical eras which I was lucky enought to have availale in addition to my own. Elder siblings who sang, played and listened to theirs were as familiar to me as to them, though my youth probably spared me the anquish they may have felt when hearing "As Time Goes By" or "Can It Be Wrong" or "To Each His Own" - "Begin The Bequine". Even seeing the movies featuring those songs, I was a bit too young to have experienced their yearning. But I loved the music and the stories. The first individual song which graed my heart was "All The Things You Are". It's been my all-time favorite ever since that time at about age 13.

Then I had the access to my children's musical favs - many of those you name.

Some of the favorites of my own "hay days" are "Tenderly", "Ebb Tide", "You Belong To Me: - and many others. I've never stopped finding new favs either. By the way - my favorite Madonna song is "You'll See".

You'd never put me to sleep talking about your favorite music, DeCuz. It's nice to hear of your interest in them. One should occasionally stop to appreciate both the flowers and the music which have power to delight and give a break from more practical matters which often seem to crowd our days!

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De Cuz 6 years ago from Portsmouth

Heh, there you go again!!!....lol...

That last paragraph of yours brought a real heartfelt smile to my face. How often have I heard myself say to my nearest and dearest " Not right now darling, I have to......." In hindsight being sensible AND mature AND doing the right thing, NEED TO BE PUT ON HOLD!!

I shall write about my musical milestones next time, when time isnt demanding of me. And the point you made about youth and yearning is so true isnt it. Without real life experiences the words are just words without substance.

Thank you so much for listing "your stuff", and, in the words of that new world dynamic intellect Arnie "I'll be back"

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

oops. I thought I'd replied to this very nice comment, Cuz. I wanted to reassure you that I understand fully about having time demands. Just whenever you can - I look forward to your being back with more about your musical milestones! :)

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De Cuz 6 years ago from Portsmouth

In 1964 I was 16 yrs old and a member of the new fashion craze of the 60's....A Mod!! I am not sure whether you would have been aware of this teenage phenomenom in the States? And as a fully fledged member I also had what we call over here, a scooter, mine was a Lambretta, an Italian motorized two wheeler. I recall going to the local club which had the new generation of Disc Jockeys (D.J.'s)who played music very loudly, so radical we thought. I recall coffee bars that also played music so loudly your ears rang for hours after leaving.

It was at this time that I discovered the black soul sound from Detroit. To this day i recall the first two records that have become, for me, synonymous with Motown. Rescue me by Fontella Bass, and In the Midnight Hour by Wilson Picket.

Thes still have the capacity to make the hairs on the back of my neck still react...in honesty I have to let you know thats all the hair I still have above my shoulders!!!From this initiation my taste moved on rapidly to Otis Reading, Ike and Tina Turner and some of the first black super groups such as The Supremes, Temptations and Four Tops.

This music marked one apart from the mainstream. It was my first experience of feeling elite, special that I was part of this "exclusive" soul movement. When you see old TV footage of English Mods having running battles with rival gangs and the police.....I was there, part of the Swinging 60's event. As mods we bought our clothes from another new phenomenon...The Boutique. The well heeled Mod would be prepared to travel from our small towns and cities, to Londons' Carnaby Street, Shaftesbury Avenue or Regents Street just to be able to pay exhorbitant prices just so one could say, "Yes, I got it in London" I remember begging my father for extra wages so I could ride to Petticoat Lane in order to buy my first full length leather coat. I think i even slept in it!!!! Coffee Bars were also coming into vogue, not for the motor bikers, but for the scooter riding Mods.

I went to one in London, called The Coffee Ann, spending four hours listening to repeat plays of the Rolling Stones "My Sweet Lady Jane" and Little Red Rooster., then climbing up the stairs to the pavement, only to discover that the iconic centre of my universe had been stolen!!! My scooter had vanished. My world was shattered.

I reported it to the police, and as you can imagine, the desperate pleas of a teenager at 3:00am in the morning wasnt enough to galvanise Scotland Yard into action!!!. My friend Graham had been my pillion passenger that day, so losing the scooter left us both stranded. As it was Saturday night and we had no desire to find a way home just yet, we both found a doorway in Oxford Street to call home for the night. I remember so well how cold it was that night. I also rember a huge crash as the store had its front window smashed in by a gang of looters and them passing out fur coats in front of Graham and I. As they vanished with their haul the police turned up and arrested us hapless spectators as the "prima facia" suspects for the criminal action!! At 6:00am we were released without charge....obviously because we were innocent, and partly because I insisted on repeating the details of the theft of my motorised scooter, and my incessant demands that they search the streets for it, as we had to get home with very little money.

The next morning we devised a cunning plan to cover the 68 miles back to our hometown......jump the train!!! We managed to get on unseen, but 35 minutes into the journey we were arrested a second time that morning, this time by the Railway Police, who once having proved our identities, gave us an on the spot fine which amounted to two times my weekly wage, escorted us off the train and out of the station. We began walking the remaining 35 miles home, trying to hitch a lift. We eventually got home after midday and in my case got the third degree from my father as my mother had nagged him all night, crying and sobbing that "Poor Michael could be dead for all we know"

To this day I cant listen to "Sweet Lady Jane" without a flash review of that 24 hours passing through my mind!

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Ah Cuz. um hum. I can picture you then. 16, feeling your oats, into the scene. Yes, I can visualize you caught up in teenage enthusiasm on your Lambretta going to the club and hearing the loud music. Amazing that you discovered the black soul music - Motown! (I've seen your picture, though, Michael - you have lots of hair above your shoulders - on your chin!) haha But with the music in the UK, surprising to find Detroit's.

So it made you elite to be in on the soul movement over there! wow. Music has no bounds.

That's the funniest account(only in retrospect, I'm sure!) of the trip to London clothes shopping and having your scooter stolen! It probably wouldn't have improved your chances of getting home any safer or sooner if you'd left immediately though. In fact - on a Saturday night, it might have been MORE dangerous! But you were lucky that the looters didn't take you as hostages or just shoot you as witnesses! But maybe they'd used their "noodles" and realized you'd be arrested for the crime. haha But now - the arrest for stowing on the train was adding insult to injury! Well - no - that was AFTER you arrived and your dad gave you your comeuppance! hahahahaha!

As for the 60s - If a Mod scene were going on where I was I didn't know of it. I saw the bikers in movies like "The Wild One" and on TV but my life was pretty sedate. I didn't even drive a car! haha. In Junior High School, the kids - especially the boys - got into motor scooters and I begged for one - but they hadn't even allowed me to ride a bicycle. No way was I going to be allowed a scooter of any kind!

From the mid 50s till the early 70s I was in a most confining marriage. But I always kept up with music - always HAD to have music in my life. I had to scour the record club catalogues for the songs & artists I thought I'd like! When you were 16 I was 32 (over 30 - yikes!), had two kids and a home to take care of, along with an intolerant husband. Often I sneaked the books & records I'd mail-ordered (with my own money) in along with the record player I got (in my mailbox) as a prize for subscribing to the record club. Then I listened all day when everyone else was off at school and/or work. I discovered the artists of the 60s I liked that way.

I remember early on, we were in the car and first heard Elvis Presley on the radio. My husband turned it up and said - "Listen to this! This guy is going to really make it!" But he was much different when he was still in the A.F in Texas. He changed when we moved into his home-territory of Indiana among his family. His agenda shifted. :-|

Of course, Elvis did make it & I liked him, but possibly not as much as some of the others of the 60s. The Motown sounds I loved were the Supremes, Gladys Knight, Bobby Darin. I liked Stevie Wonder and Tina Turner, but they were a little more "edgy" for my tastes. Remember - I had very little to relate it to. The sounds of the 60s I really dug were James Taylor (I still love him!), Carole King, The Beatles, Simon & Garfunkel, Moody Blues, Frank Sinatra (I know he was from earlier, but he took in all decades and owned them!), Barbra Striesand (still a fav), Nancy Sinatra, Tom Jones, Sonny & Cher, Vikki Carr, Petula Clarke, The Mamas & the Papas, Julie London, Joannie Summers, Dionne Warwick, Nat King Cole, Roger Miller, Johnny Ray - so many greats. I discovered Burt Bacharach's music about then and sooooooo wanted to play it on the piano but it took me awhile to capture the off-beat of it. (was only after divorce that I did - heh heh)

I also loved the Carpenters who came along in the late 60s and I also struggled to play their sound as well as James Taylor's. I related music to playing it a lot. Associated songs with fairly personal things. I'm no great musician - just really enjoy it - listening and playing at playing or singing. Some days I just "pig out" listening to a favorite singer or era or genre. I love the music of so many decades. It's like art. I like it if its good!! LOL Of course -there are many new favs of the decades since the 60s.

I honestly could count on one hand the number of clubs I've gone to in my entire life, including a couple when I was in college and dated a guy from Chicago (whom my sister decided wasn't acceptable and insisted I drop) and then a couple when my first husband was still in the Air Force, including Officers Club - in the late 50s, before the music of the 60s came into the scene. We loved to dance and I enjoyed many kinds.

Later - in my next life - haha - my husband was fun-loving & we attended and hosted home parties with friends and went out to restaurants, but seldom to clubs - in fact maybe one when we were dating. We did go to Las Vegas once during our marriage & saw some top-name performers there, including Debbie Reynolds. Still later George & I went to Branson, Missouri (a more casual Vegas where many stars have their own theaters and shows). We saw Andy Williams and Glenn Campbell - two favorites. I saw several great performers during my Mary Kay years at the National Conventions. Johnny Mathis was one. Star quality is so apparent & undeniable. He wasn't my most favorite all-time performer - but he was so magnificent on stage. I liked and still like Barry Manilow. I helped boost his career! (another story)

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De Cuz 6 years ago from Portsmouth

as that we never ever felt that anything was ever that important

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

It's probably not! We think about things but nothing is overwelmingly important. Or perhaps we know the difference between what is or isn't.

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De Cuz 6 years ago from Portsmouth

You know what Nellianna.....I think you might have hit the nail on the head. We probably do intrinsically know the difference, but possibly cant be bothered to get past that bit of contemplation....a certain inertia sets in over the years. Especially if when you have takenh action in the past it made little difference to the outcome.

By the way, I wrote another piece about my music and as i hit "enter" lost the lot, except that part sentence iin my last comment.

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

Aha - well - it was an effective part sentence - got that idea across quite well. I suppose there is some inertia - (I'm an Aquarian and we're famous for inertia if we pause too long).

However - I still meant to say that we learn to discern better what deserves our attention (and I'm also subject to intensity of attention when it's being given) - and what really doesn't. As you say - we learn from experience where to apply it when our efforts have consistently yielded value or else have been virtually wasted.

I admit to giving attention to things a bit longer than they may always deserve because, as I recently explained to someone about reading all the hubs I receive notice of & leaving comments - it's an education in several respects. Most hubs contain some real information, many are truly pleasurable to read as well, and some really exhaust one's patience. And for me - it's not a matter of how long or short they are, but the content, the writing skill and investment of "self" by the writer in them. Long good ones seem to end too soon and bad short ones seem to drone on forever!

One day I may desist from being so thorough about reading all whose announcements I receive. haha. But at present it pleases me to do so.

Same with other kinds of discernment, from music which merits one's attention to to topics which satisfy a thirst for knowledge. So I'm not too hasty, - but by the time I decide not to respond to them all, I'll be pretty well sure it's futile to continue. lol.

I know others have to sort down too - so I'm very appreciative of those who do bother to read and respond to my efforts!

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De Cuz 6 years ago from Portsmouth

I loved your words Nellieanna, I think I have just found in a sentence what often takes me a while to realise...." Long good ones end too soon and bad short ones seem to drone on forever", absolutely blindingly obvious!

That one line observation indicates what I always thought about you....you have the ability to succinctly get to the core of things. I bet you can speed read effortlessly, unlike me who starts off quickly but then realises i cant remember what i have read, by the time i check and recheck, i might just as well have read it normally. Mind you I do think women have the ability to see through trivia more so than some of us guys.

At 18 I went to my first pop festival....my god I knew how to live in those days!!! I took my iconic mini crammed with three girls and a few beers to Richmond Royal Park for the three day event. I was the envy of every hot blooded male...."you lucky basatard, I bet youre having a great time" If i heard it once I heard it a hundred times. The rerality of it was that the perfume was hurting my nostrils and their constant whining demands were irritating the hell out of me even before the first nights entertainment. I was relieved to lose them for a few hours and just sit on a large grassy knoll watchiung the the night unfold.

Often at these things the earlier acts tend to be lesser unknowns hoping for their big break. This night was following that trend until about 11:00 o clock when a sort of hush/lull washed over the huge crowd. The stage was in darkness and one spotlight picked out an outline of a girl as the tinkling sound of "The first cut is the deepest" started quietly and gradually built up in volumn as she walked to the centre of the stage. She wore a hooded cloak wrapped around her person. She started singing, what a voice, dark and passionate, hardly moving, head bowed. As the song gathered momentum racing to the final chorus she threw back her arms, the cloak dropping to the floor, four other spotlights hit her standing arms and legs out stretched.....she was to all and iuntensive purposes....naked!!! This was 1968....the crowd erupted, everyone on their feet singing as loudly as their lungs allowed....as junkies say, the "rush" was unbelievable!!

Her name was PP Arnold and to this day I have met people who were there that weekend, and they all remember her 5 minutes of sheer exhibitionism with a sense of having bgeen at an event that epitimised the 60's.

I only menttion this as an introduction to this wonderfgul weekend....the next two nights were landmarks in the development of my musical taste.

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

Sometimes I think I'm quite succinct. I think with clarity & hope to express it at times. But like all communication - it takes both sides to work out that way. So much depends on other factors. People come from different "places" and at different times even more different places. Jumping to conclusions and resulting misunderstanding is surely more common than understanding, which depends on clarity on both ends - LOL.

But no - I don't speed read - never have really wanted to. I love to go back and recheck the facts and savor them.

Sometimes one notices facts almost in passing on reading along - but then they jump to life when you see how they fit in, so it's fun to be able to just go back and relish them knowing more, in retrospect. Of course, if you didn't see them on first reading though - you wouldn't know where to go look! I probably would go looking for something I'd missed in that case! LOL I don't read terribly slowly - but I do love to move around in the text and double check & refresh my mind on things.

Also - I'm virtually moocular, from birth. My eyesight in my left eye was always 20/20 - till later when I got cataracts - but those were fixed by surgery. The other eye - well - I can sense a shape of the big E on the eye chart - but only because I know what it is. And anything I attempt to focus on with that eye - begins to float out of the center of vision - plus it's very dim and dark. It's like peripheral vision at the furthest possible place one can even sense there is something "there"

I think they once said it measured 20/400. My lens in that side of the glasses is just plain glass. lol. My opthamalgic eye treatments as a child were simply to strengthen the muscles in that eye so it would move in tandem with the other one. They made me wear a patch over the good eye in order to strain and force it to try to focus enough to wake its muscles. Very frustrating for a kid. LOL - especially at mealtime. I guess that was a good way to keep an eye on me to be sure I left the patch on my face for the required time! But chasing my peas around the plate almost turned me against peas.

I suspect women may be more attentive to details and see things often overlooked by guys, which may help us in sorting out what is or isn't authentic stuff. We do almost have eyes in the backs of our heads at times - LOL.

This description of your first pop festival - is so very interesting! I can visualize you with all those giggly girls acting like giggly girls & getting weary of it. lol.

And the large grassy knoll vantage point sounds inspiring. Then this performer - WOW. The entire presentaton is pure drama, even before she shed the cloak! Sounds like somethig Lady GaGa might pull now - or Madonna, maybe. But that was a different age! I admit I wasn't prepared for the climax - but it stands to reason! It was a time when youth especially was "shedding the cloak" of traditional values. LOL. Wonder what ever happened to PP Arnold? Was it her 15 minutes of fame and then she faded out of sight? I've never heard of her. Did she continue to sing at the performance then after shedding the cloak or did the roar of the crowd drown her out? Amazing visual!!

George's memory of a dramatic introduction of a new and enormous singer was not quite that dramatic. But it was dramatic in its own right. It was probably during or soon after the war. (II) He was at one of the big Chicago dance and band halls in a big hotel,one of those famous then - where the major radio broadcasts of the best music were often broadcast. He told me about this on several occasions till I almost felt like I'd been there. haha.

Anyway - the audiences were usually noisy and a bit inattentive, maybe dancing or drinking & talking at tables around the dance floor. Suddenly though - everything went quiet - (it gives me goosebumps even now) and a fresh-faced young woman - girl-next-door type - stepped onto the stage and opened her mouth out of which came the clearest most magnificent voice singing, "You sigh, the song begins, you speak and I hear violins - It's Magic. The stars desert the skies and rush to nestle in your eyes - It's Magic. Without a golden wand or mystic charms, fanntastic things begin which I am in your arms.. . When we walk hand in hand, the world becomes a wonderland, It's Magic. How else can I explain the rainbows when there is no rain. It's Magic. Why do I tell myself these thing that happen are all really true when in my heart I know the magic is my love for you." The lyric and the melody are sooooooooo lifting. Enchanting. And Doris Day's career was launched at that performance. Always gives me goose-bumps. LOL.

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You might want to check her out singing it with her clothes on!!! And you'll find another track of hers called "Angel of the Morning" which I really enjoy. The "Firsr Cut" song was written and performed first by my all time favourit Cat Stevens, and i enjoy that too. To me he WAS the 60's, along with Bob Dylan and Marvin Gay. I''l try to get back to you with more shortly Nellieanna.

And Doris Day !!!! for me she was the most lovely American musical star. She always was able to express love, joy, humour, upset, intensity and best of all an innocence that nowadays stars are afraid to shopw for fear of demeaning their craft. My mother introduced me to her, my father loved her and for me she is still an intrinsic part of the nostalgia that wafts over me when i hear her voice. Thanks for reminding me of how wonderful; she still is to listen too. How lucky was George heh!!What I wouldnt give to have been there too......wonderful!!

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

Well, well, well!!! You've led me to a new (to me) favorite singer!! I've just been to that u-tube and loved it -and while there, listened to many others - among some of my favorite songs from that period: Angel of The Morning, Eleanor Rigby, I Go To Pieces. . . - and the new ones to me. It's exciting to discover someone like that. At moments - I'm thinking of when she sings The Time Has Come - she reminds me lot of a favorite of mine who sang Burt Bacharach so well - Dionne Warwick. Just a certain inflection now and then. Thank you for this introduction! I've copied the links to all P.P.'s songs I could. I'll enjoy hearing them again and again - and probably will share them with some folks.

Yes Doris Day was fabulous. I'd have loved to have been there when George first heard her sing! I understand, though - she was a VERY shrewd businesswoman as well! LOL. She knew her value and made sure it was protected. I loved her old movies which were usually such a romp with some heart throb of the time. But she made a couple of very serious and significant ones, as well. She was a good actor too. There were several singers of her calibre I admire. Vicki Carr comes to mind for some reason. And, though not famous for it, Audrey Hepburn had a melodious innocent voice. They dubbed another voice for her songs for "My Fair Lady" though - hers wasn't Broadway type singing. But in "Breakfast At Tiffany's" when she sat on the fire escape and sang "Moon River" - she captured my admiration. (besides, people told me I looked like her then - LOL)

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De Cuz 6 years ago from Portsmouth

Hello my friend, sorry i couldnt get back to you sooner, but i have been on holiday ....but heh I'm back.....lol.

NellieannaI, I suspect our interchanges on different singers will lead us to God Knows Where! You mentioning Dionne Warwick in relation to P.P. prompted me to go straight to Youtube, and whilst searching i not only got re-acquainted with Dionne but also Gladys Knight, Patti le Belle and the timeless Aretha Franklin. If we talk about buildings having foundations, I'd go so far as to say that these girls were the foundation of the modern female soul genre, even more so than Diana Ross. Mind you once I make an outlandish statement like that my brain is flooded with names that cannot be ignored...lol.....hence the old saying "A still tongue makes a wise head"

Your comment about Doris being a very shrewd lady wasnt news to me, I had read that somewhere years ago, and I saw her interviewed years ago and you could tell there were no flies on her, and that there was nothing "dizzy" about her, which really only serves to compliment her acting abilities even more. I must admit to still feeling a bit of a stirring when i see her in the films in her hayday, so beautiful and desireable in so many ways......oops best stop here on that note!! I need my medication and a few momemts to compose myself.....lol. I'll be back!!!

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

How nice to see you back, Michael! Yes - I'd have to agree that getting started on music and musicians does open up a flood of both in my mind too. Along with those classic ladies of soul music, I'd have to star Ella Fitzgerald (probably my all-time favorite female singer and her choice of songs was also outstanding! Another favorite is Roberta Flack.

My eldest granddaughter with her two teenagers are here from Indiana visiting, so I'm lagging a bit behind in keeping up with hub responses. I'd forgtten how much a 15 year old boy eats! I'm doing a lot of cooking!

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De Cuz 6 years ago from Portsmouth

If its any consolation Nellieanna, my mother always said she'd rather clothe me than feed me. I remember visiting my grandmother in London, she lived in Nottinghill. In my latter teens it was great to visit her with a few friends, and although we were naughty by arriving unnannounced, after she finished telling me off for not calling first, invited us all in, and what a mottley crew we were.

After she had fed us on what ever was in the house, she made up the spare rooms, so that we could all "crash". Living in Nottinghill was cool enough in the 60's but she actually lived on the Portobello Road, which had a very famous antique market, full of stalls plying books, china, glass, jewellry and furniture from centuries past. As teenagers we werent interesated in such "boring" stuff.....we looked for the small cafes and pubs where eccentrics held court.

Ah I digress yet again....lol. I just wanted to say that whatever grandma cooked, we loved it and enjoyed every morsel.

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

I enjoy your digressions. - Your grandma sounds like quite a gal. And what a setting! I'll bet those little cafes and pubs and eccentrics were interesting!! Sounds like storybook stuff. You should write a hub about that whole thing!

I'd really be overwhelmed if my grands or great grands came to visit with friends too! LOL. Now the three oldest of my 5 granddaughters are married and I have two great-grands I've never even seen - little toddlers. In fact I have two granddaughters I haven't actually ever seen. One is soon to be 18 and one is 10. My daughter's kids were spaced out every 6 years or more. LOL. Long story. . .

Anyway - Carla is her eldest daughter, who will soon be 34. Her own Aaron and Bryana are older than her youngest sister!

I don't know how she keeps up with all the intensity of her two teenagers. She was always a motherly kid herself, helping with her younger sisters though. She was almost a mom to her own mom!

My Mother was really popular with my kids and all her other grands. She always had things for them to do, usually did it with them. She always cooked 3 meals a day - but it was among the "tiresome details of living" that must be done so she could get onto the fun things which kept her going and young right up to her last days in her 80s.

I enjoyed the kids' visit so much. Carla texted me when they boarded the plane to home & when they got off in Indianapolis. So Aaron made it for his football practice as scheduled! Whew. What a whirl!

So nice to see you posting again! Thanks!

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ralwus 6 years ago

Awesome love story. Too bad things went awry with it all. I have been struck too many times, I think, by that lightning, and it is always the same, trouble. LOL I never remarried my exes though, they would never go for that. Ahhh, love . . .

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

Well - I wouldn't remarry anyone once done with it, either. I guess it was part of their special dysfunction to keep doing it over and over.

I think I finally learned how to figure which lightning is which, at least enought to know which or what it's NOT. The main thing is to have the courage of one's convictions about that lightning stuff, though. It can be rather - er - sudden & shocking.

Thanks for reading! Your comments are food for thought.

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hubpageswriter 6 years ago

A jolt of emotion. Sweeping hub.

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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS Author

I love your comments. The last time my writing was described as "sweeping" was in Junior High English when the teacher wrote "sweeping assertion!" in the margin in red on one of my essays. LOL. I guess I do sometimes tend to that. Thanks for visiting, hubpageswriter. I just visited your site and read one of your hubs and scanned others. Very interesting!!

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arb 5 years ago from oregon

Ah! Youth seems to gulp, what in time, we learn to sip! When first I drank of love, I could not stop till drunk. I've learned in time, it isn't worth the hangover.

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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS Author

Ah, yes, arb. Remember "Lost Horizon" and the secret of Shangri-la? Your memory of youthful over-indulgence may be an excellent argument for "moderation in all things", although there is a suggestion of a case that either/or is still over-indulgence; one example being in ALL or too much, the other being in NONE or too little.

I really did laugh out loud, though, upon reading your comment. It really isn't worth a hangover if that's the pattern.

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arb 5 years ago from oregon

smile :)

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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS Author

A little thing I wrote once:

Are two who are fluent in it


To make a language?

__© Nellieanna H. Hay

smiling back :-}

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arb 5 years ago from oregon

:) + :) + Fluency

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JayeWisdom 5 years ago from Deep South, USA

Hi, Nellieanna...Somehow I missed this one until tonight. Your story made me recall my own "lightning strike" of youth, but the true love of my life did not affect me in that love-at-first-sight, across-a-crowded-room manner. Instead, ours was a love that evolved and grew into something wonderful that will last forever in my memories. Sigh-h-h-h-h....JAYE

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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS Author

Jaye - the true and lasting actually workable love of my life began a little more smoothly, though it began with a mutual awareness and recognition of kindred spirits and lasted from then till death took him after 29 years of closeness - almost inseparability. It was a lovely mutual love.

Thank you for the visit and special comment!

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femmeflashpoint 4 years ago


What a story. It has me shaking my head wondering, "What if?" as well. :)

It's a wonderful story, and you told it beautifully.


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS Author

Thank you so much, Angelia! Yes - it's "what if?" But less so after all this time, except that the magic aura surrounding his name has never quite been equalled or challenged. I guess it's a "first-love" facet. George told me about his youthful first, love too, by the way. :-)

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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

Your title picture caught my attention when I was looking for more of your work to read. I could say quite a bit, but I don't think I will - perhaps in email, maybe not. I will say that you have lead a very interesting life! And I am sure you still do. Of course, you could probably take something seemingly mundane and make it interesting to read about.

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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

You surely MUST have psychic powers! This hub was referenced in the earlier tangent I said I decided to NOT post in full on your comment thread. In the unposted portion, I mentioned this very 'young love' hub. Instead, I said my tangent-comments would be better left to an entire hub itself.

That you located this hub without my actually posting the link or mentioning it is pretty spectacular!

The perspective of these happenings of my life which I didn't post on your thread was/is different from this telling of it in ':Lightning Could Strike". Perhaps more visceral and less 'from the misty distance' than this one is. You can tell from the comments on this (3 years ago) that it was among some of my earliest hubs. Some of the comments are rather revealing themselves. Perhaps I should compile all their facts and perspectives into one big story of Kenneth! haha. He died the year before George & I married and we both mourned his untimely death at only 54. I loved several members of his family, but have either lost touch with them or they've also passed on. I think Barbara, his sister 2 years younger than I, and my playmate probably still lives on the ranch near Sonora with her husband. Today I've thought of several people with whom I've lost touch over time and have done some scouting around online. That was not an available course of action most of my life. It's pretty amazing!

You gave me a lovely compliment, my dear Shannon. As I consider it in practice, I guess I do have a way of making something mundane come alive WITH ITS OWN VIVACITY, so it shows itself more clearly to a reader or viewer. I can't imbue it with any qualities it lacks within itself, though. Probably everything does have the seeds of blossoming into something amazing and interesting if given a bit of nurturing. Thank you.

I'm thinking of you!

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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

Hahaha. As I was reading this, I wondered if that was the love you made mention to on my hub thread. I tried to read it last night, and wanted to finish because you're so good at grabbing attention, but I kept being summoned to bed and it was after midnight. . .So, I came back to it this morning after I put the kiddos on the bus and got the other one breakfast.

I just went back and glanced at some of your comments. I saw you made mention of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. That brought back a couple of memories. Watched it at my grandma's house. I think it kind of bored my cousins. Haha

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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

It was quite a coincidence, in any case! The most recent comments on this hub were over a year ago, so it's not one that gets gobs of attention these days! I'm pleased you saw it and followed up. You must have been very diligent to have unearthed it!

But, after all - it's a tale that lasted over a period of time and was always a 'presence' in my life, it seems, from about 1939 till his death in 1984 - - and beyond, since he's still remembered with a great deal of affection. This somewhat enhanced account of it here contains a lot of my life in general, as well.

I've been nursing a mean neck muscle/nerve cramp all day. I woke up fine but had promised John to make him some business cards. I used to keep him supplied but then got out of the habit of making even my own. Meantime, he's made some really 'homemade' ones for his part-time Massage Therapy business - printed on regular card-stock paper and cut (poorly) with what must be rusty scissors! I didn't know about them till he brought me one to see what it said when I mentioned I'd make him some. I'd run completely out of my own, which I pass out very seldom, and made up a batch; but it reminded me that he surely needed a new supply too.

Anyway, in the process of making them, for some odd reason, I developed this wretched neck thing; the kind that feels like a knife going up my arm, through the neck & into my head! Normally I could 'work it out' with some self-massage, a little SportsCream applied and then, if necessary, some ibuprofen. None of that helped.

So I saved myself as much pain as possible by doing more DVD watching than typing all day. I'm into some fascinating historical accounts of Leonardo DaVinci's life and other major influences of the Renaissance from the vantage point of 'The Scientist', 'The Artist', 'The Dissenter', 'The Prince' and 'The Warrior'.

After watching the last of those (which I'd been watching for several days), I was reminded of an old VHS tape I haven't' seen in years: "A Man For All Seasons", the story about Sir Thomas More who was finally beheaded because he couldn't condone HenryVIII's divorcing his wife to marry Anne Boleyn. He wasn't outspoken about it - not at all. He just wouldn't lend his influence to it by condoning it. Abiding by his own conscience won him a ruling of 'high treason' with the punishment of death. He'd already been stripped of his authority, locked in The Tower and besieged by every manner of cruelty by Oliver Cromwell, to no effect. He simply held his silence and didn't' comply.

Wish I had it on DVD, since the tape skips a bit.

Then to top it off, I was just siting down to eat my light supper when I found that the TV, Tape Player, remote wouldn't turn on & realized it had blown the breaker when I started the microwave while it was on, so had to go upstairs to flip the breaker in the box in the office closet. Pulled the string to turn on the light in there, the string snapped off when I turned it on. So had to go get the step ladder from the closet in the bedroom, set it up and attempt to tie the string back onto the short chain, but first having to turn off the blinding light with that chain, climb back down & turn on other light to see where it was.

All this inconvenience with my arm and neck throbbing! I muttered a couple of words I seldom use! haha Anyway, - got all that handled, came back downstairs to eat cold supper. I was glad it wasn't a lot. I'd already had my 'hoof salad' & an avocado and wasn't all that hungry anyway. ('Hoof salad' is just plain chunks of fresh veggies with no dressing which can be eaten like finger-food. I really prefer bare veggies to drowning them in dressing, unless it's a simple homemade one, which is good but unnecessary. I usually have the salad before starting a main course. That way, if I get interrupted, I'll have had the best part of my meal already! hehe Monday night I fixed more than enough chicken & cauliflower for just one supper, so I had it already prepared.

Stretched out on the floor a bit ago & massaged my neck while it was resting horizontally, & it feels a bit better. I'd sort of planned to 'charge' John for the cards by letting him massage my neck a bit. He's so strong, I usually don't prefer his massages, but thought maybe this time, it would help.

Now, though - I'm SURE that bed will help & is the best place & position for it, which I'm going to head for momentarily. I sleep flat on my back with no pillow, which is just what's needed - besides being much easier to arise from than from stretched out on the floor! hehe

I started answering your email but didn't get far, so will wait till I can give it more deserved attention.

(Speaking of attention - or grabbing it - I don't believe it's my motivation. I've been so retiring and quiet most of my life - really avoiding attention, having stage fright almost; perhaps that, finding my voice, there's just lots emerging aloud in the same style I'd been thinking and expressing it privately all along, especially here in HP, where it's encouraged.)

Those musicals of the 30s, 40s, & 50s don't hold a lot of fascination for kids of later generations. I have Seven Brides for Seven Brothers in my collection and I can see how corny it must seem to them! Even my more favorite ones seem pretty corny! One that doesn't, though, is "Camelot".

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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

All I have to say for now because I really need to go to bed, too, is that you might want to consider making sure that neck thing isn't something more serious.

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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

It's not, though. If it were serious, I'd know it and see about it. But thank you.

It's a crick. I know my body very well. It's been subject to cricks and cramps all my life, actually. Not frequently, but when they occur, I know how to deal with them. I mentioned it only because it did limit my activity today somewhat & I wanted you to know why. It was a bit persistent, but it's subsided a lot already. Hugs - and goodnight!

I actually turned the computer back on because I was going to add that the thing about asking John to massage it in payment was in jest. Since he didn't drop by, the timing was gone, anyway. hehe

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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

Well, you had me concerned because you mentioned the intensity and persistence. I hope you're feeling better today. At least you had entertainment to watch. Sounds interesting.

I"ve had similar cramps in my neck and once somehow injured my shoulder so that I couldn't lift my arm at all until numbness wore off and then I couldn't move it at all without excruciating pain shooting through me - and I have a high pain tolerance It was terrible. Couldn't get dressed or brush my teeth or hair. It took at least a week to heal. I sure hope it never happens again.

I'm no psychic! Wouldn't want to be, actually. But I did tell you about dreaming of something before it happened. . .

Nah, this was all coincidence. I was just on your profile page, scrolling down, and the title caught my attention.

I don't think you're intentionally trying to "grab attention" - although, I suppose that is what a writer wants to do- get and keep a reader's attention. You're just good at writing, dang it! haha

Btw, I knew you were joking about "payment." You also didn't owe me an explanation for anything, especially on your HP page. lol But, thanks for thinking of me and choosing to share. :)

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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

I didn't get a chance to even open my computer till almost 9:30 this evening (Wed.). My eldest granddaughter texted me that she needed to talk to me, then she called & we talked quite awhile.

Then John called from closer to my house where he was caring for a cat while the owners are away. He likes to walk to keep active & had walked there from his house about a mile away. When I told him how I'd laughed about charging him some neck massage for the business cards, he was eager to walk on here after taking care of Bitsy, to get the cards & administer some massage. I can't say it really fixed it, but it was so good of him to do it and it pleased him to be able to help. He's so conscientious. He's the kind of person who'd naturally grab one's shoulder & massage it a little as a greeting. He was pleased with the cards, too, so I'll print him up some more.

Sorry to hear of your experience with the shoulder injury which caused that arm numbness and pain. Ugh, I know what you mean about having a high pain tolerance, yet experiencing almost intolerable pain, anyway.

This neck thing is on my right side of my body, which, since birth, has been the location of some chronic things & had endured more accidental 'stuff'. It's my right eye which had never functioned. The right side of my face doesn't match the left & was semi-paralyzed as a kid. I had to learn to 'feel' and to smile on it. It still isn't as feeling as the other side. The difference in my jawbone on the right side has caused me to have TMJ on it a couple of times over the years. The horrible varicose veins I had when pregnant with my daughter were most concentrated on the right leg and foot.

I've had many more injuries on that side of my body over my lifetime, including neck and arm movement trouble. I'm right-handed, so it gets a good workout. At 7, I shattered my right ankle & lower leg when I jumped in a deep foundation hole (my playmates and I were jumping in a shallow one and yelled we'd jumped in a deep one, but I really did!). It was on my right side I landed. The doctors told Mother I'd never walk on it normally again. She refused to accept that diagnosis and took me to a chiropractor, who taught her how to keep massaging it over a period of time, so she was able to straighten it out; though the process was as painful each time, several times a day for a long duration, as the original injury had been. The bone was literally bent. She had to put her full weight on it, on its side, as she pressed it hard against the floor.

Once, way back early in my 1st marriage, my neck on that same side became virtually paralyzed; the trouble was diagnosed as being caused by an extra disc in my upper spine near my neck. I was in traction in the hospital for a time. It's a bit fuzzy in my memory, but somewhere I've a poem I wrote about visitors to me there and how unreal they seemed.

Another time years later that shoulder and side of my neck were bad enough that I went to a chiropractor regularly for about a year, where I learned some self-massage skills that have been helpful ever since. In fact, I do some 'preventative' massage maneuvers every day before I get out of bed, to get my day off to a good start.

In 2010, I fell asleep here with my laptop on my lap, holding an open bottle of water, which tipped over and a little (or maybe a lot more than I thought) splashed on the laptop. I've splattered laptop keyboards with liquids before & quickly thought to invert them, letting the water drain before reaching & frying the insides. That time, though, I was so groggy, I didn't think to do that, and there didn't seem to be much on it. There was a cloth nearby, with which I dried off the visible beads of water. But some had also gotten on me and the couch. In my panicked grogginess, I hardly knew what to attend to first. I jumped up, ran to the laundry room, quickly got a dry pair of pants & changed into them, then grabbed a towel to bring back & dry the couch. On the way, though, I failed to compensate for my single-visionedness and ran right into a chair, stumbled & landed on my right shoulder. I was so thankful I hadn't hit my head on the corner of the piano stool, which was inches from it, & nothing seemed immediately to have been hurt, so I got up and went on to the couch to dry it. Of course the computer was fried and my shoulder was not unhurt, after all. I had to learn to do things without the full but painful use of my right arm while I gradually worked out the injury to it over a lengthy period of time. My step son would have had me go to a doctor. I'd probably been diagnosed with something requiring surgery as his wife's required and she's had serious trouble requiring more surgery ever since!

Every once in awhile, since then, some thing sets off the cricks and creaks in mine again, as this time happened. It may take a little bit of time to fully get back & stay back to normal, but I've no doubt whatsoever that it will. It's almost gone now.

(BTW - I don't hold my laptop on my lap any more! Instead it's on a decorative little oval-topped table which can be brought up close to where I'm seated & is the height for eating while TV watching, so I must sit up straight and reach the keyboard more normally. I got it for the computer which is only 13" & fits nicely: - not for eating! )

Perhaps things like your just happening to notice the very hub to which I was meantime referring elsewhere may reveal an actual basis of psychic powers: inexplicable coincidence. :-) tee hee.

Well, the witching hour slipped by some minutes ago. So, . . . . . Good night, sweet friend.

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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

Nellieanna! You make me cringe just reading that! Ouch!

My second two children were planned c-sections, but my first was not, and I had contractions that did not seem to hurt. They were just incredibly uncomfortable. I did not like taking narcotics because of the nausea, so I took only ibuprofen after all three births, except for the first day when they administered the pain killers at the hospital. Yet, I remember a fractured toe hurting a million times more, it seemed. And that shoulder injury - I don't know what I did, but I thought it would never get well. Maybe I should've gone to the doctor about it, but I didn't. All I could do was force myself to move it a little at time, massage it, and I had to use ice packs just to sleep or it hurt to move at all.

So glad you got to visit with your granddaughter. :)

Goodnight. I'm off to bed as soon as I finish writing something that holds little interest to me. It could take awhile. LOL

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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Forcing yourself to move your shoulder a little at a time was vital to it limbering back up & getting the displacement untangled. Freezing it in place just exacerbates long-term pain, stiffness, pinched nerves & incapability of free, easy movement. Sounds like we share self-care methods!

No doubt most people walking around have their histories of personal ouches. :-) It's probably wise to assume it is a high probability & be kind. But sometimes it's almost overwhelming to contemplate what so many others have suffered or do suffer. It's downright inspiring, in fact, - that they do often rise above the obstacles!

That very granddaughter I mentioned has had her own chain of obstacles for many of her almost 37 years & now there are those close to her who judge her harshly & would like to discredit her & persuade others whom she loves & who love her, to do so as well. I'm expecting her to call again today. Last evening she was beset with her kids needing her for this 'n that, even though they're 15 & 17. . . I just realized they're the ages mine were when things went so awry.

In all, I truly count myself very blessed in most all ways. I was certainly fortunate that, though my veins when I was pregnant the second time & afterwards were an ordeal, my actual pregnancies, labors & births were not at all bad. I had a very positive attitude & expectation about it, which may have helped. I remember some other gal in the labor room having a terrible time, asking me if I was even in labor, as I was. I just sort of 'went with it' sort of like women are now taught to in 'natural childbirth' classes. It wasn't all that bad. 'Natural childbirth' had passed on with earlier generations in which many died during it, and wasn't yet a real choice for another generation. So go medical theories.

Of course, then, they administered a 'saddle block' for the delivery, no questions asked or answered. This procedure knocked you out completely. Afterwards, you were to lie flat on your back for 24 hours, without even so much as raising your head. That meant being expected to use a bedpan they surely stored in the freezer, shoved unceremoniously under your prone body, with a glowering, unsympathetic nurse standing over you prompting you to 'HURRY UP!' while letting you know you were being obstinate & holding her up from her other patients. I was of the nature that if I heard someone walk by the outside of a locked bathroom door, it stopped or prevented the action for me! I told her I couldn't, so she threatened that if I didn't, she'd have to use a catheter, and so, she had to. I wasn't trying to be uncooperative, It just wouldn't happen & the greater the pressure to cause it, the less likely it was to happen! haha

They also did NOT encourage breast feeding & I'd absolutely decided I would. They actually tried to dry me up & would hardly bring me my babies to nurse. I knew no one who was nursing her babies in my peer group, or the one preceding it, so I really was a lone wolf, out of step. Thank goodness, I persisted; else I'd never have been able to hold my son with that army of in-laws making sure they bonded with him more than I.

So whose responsibility was it? MINE! They were going to try to do what they had determined to do. Since I didn't block them at the pass, they got away with it. I could have changed the course of that history, had I understood how to be assertive without relinquishing myself to being something else, then had I not continued a pattern of accepting it, no matter how honorable my motive was.

When I later realized that I had to take full responsibility for all that happened if I were ever to move on, I really had to dig to find what & where I'd erred. But I did err & did realize how. I'd accepted a hole-digger & let myself be dug into it by not rising up as who I am & 'just saying NO'. Of course, retrovision is useless, except as it better prepares one for now and now-on. The actual outcome of whatever 'I might have done differently' is NOT on record anywhere because it never happened. What DID happen is, though and is the nugget to be snatched from the debris of the cave-in.

For some reason it reminds me of the movie "Sleeping With The Enemy". It was a hard lesson but she had to learn it eventually, one of many she gradually found within herself to master!

I have "Elizabeth I" in the DVD for the umpteenth time. A strong woman - all-woman. I just picked up the historical novel lying nearby, "Mary, Queen of Scots" & may read it soon.

David, my faithful lawn man is mowing. There hasn't been enough wind as yet to clear off the patio of bois d'arc mess but he blew it off with his blower. When the wind does pick up, there will be another 'snowing' of it, though. So it is. One situation is followed by another - and another - and. . . . It's the system! Pretty effective one, too!


ps - why were you writing what holds little interest for you? ;-)

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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

Was about to reply to your email when notification you'd replied here came in.

The wind is crazy out here, but it often is.

I was writing something that held little interest TO me because I didn't feel like editing my comment after I posted it. Haha :-p Many times, I don't even notice the errors I make online until after it is too late to edit. Pesky time limits. At least I figured out how to delete my own comments on my thread if I need to. It's kind of not very user friendly. Clicking to moderate my own did not at first give me a delete option.

Yeah....really, I wrote it because I'll be paid for it, but I'm sure you knew that, we'll just go with my original explanation above. hehe

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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

Good for you. I'd thought about cluing you in to that 'work-around' method of deleting & changing one's own comments on one's own thread; but thought it might be frowned upon by the powers. I played around with it and discovered it almost ever since they tightened the time one can edit one's posts, with seemingly little recourse. It really hardly seems like a full 5 minutes - and the solution is certainly not user friendly. Hope it doesn't disappear.


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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

Even my statement above left out the word "so", and I could swear I wrote "so" in that last sentence after the comma. Oh, well. Love me anyway - or not. Hahaha.

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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

It made sense without 'so', so - I didn't notice there'd been an omission! But of course -love is deeper than that! :-)

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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

Nah, it doesn't really make sense. Haha. Not grammatically anyway. Maybe you just read it "correctly" as your mind fixed the omission. You know how they say "I read what I thought I wrote"? Well, we often read what it is supposed to be, too. The mind is a funny thing, which sometimes makes life a bit funnier as well.

We used to make fun of my sister for not catching things. One time my grandma told her she must've ate half a dozen eggs. Her reply was, "Nuh-uh, I only ate six!" and then she was dumbfounded that we were all laughing at her. LOL

Guess I should stop chattering away on your thread and see about Brownie. He's jumped into the neighbor's yard to chase chickens.

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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

The trees are bowing with the straight winds here! Maybe your porch is clear now?

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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS Author

I think it's been even colder over your way than here. The front came from the west and I notice temperatures are couple degrees colder west of here. May even freeze. Br-r-r-r. They said wind chills in the morning will be in the 20s.

The yard man cut my grass earlier today and blew the debris off the back patio. It's staying off, even if some may be still blowing off the trees; it's not landing! Tomorrow is trash pickup and everyone's trash cans are blown open. I put some rocks on mine's lid, in case it rains, though it's doubtful it will.

I'm ready for bed (not even midnight, quite) and it sounds like the warmest place to be, so I think I will. I have only 2 minutes! G'night!

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