Yes, we have the cold front here now. It struck with a vengeance yesterday but today is better. No rain. Windy, though. The predicted ice storm hasn't arrived, we are surrounded. All of the communities around us are dealing with ice and sleet. We are under an ice storm warning through tomorrow. All of the school kids are hoping it makes it here overnight.
I purchased the new Beatles double cd set, 'Love', Sunday afternoon. I was on the lookout for a good cd to play in the car while the son and I were in the bookstore picking up his copy of 'The Great Gatsby' for English class. It's a good cd but I am irritated by some of the mixing of the songs. They end up shortening some tunes I really like. Son was typically embarrassed that his mother was singing along with gusto on the way home. I especially enjoyed 'I Want to Hold Your Hand', the first Beatles song I ever heard.
I remember the first time I saw The Beatles. It was their first appearance on American tv. Their debut was on The Ed Sullivan Show, February 1964. I was 8 years old and my mamaw called me into her bedroom to watch the show with her. She told me that a rock and roll group, billed as the 'mop tops from Liverpool' were going to sing and we should see what all the fuss is about.
My grandmother, Mamaw, lived with us at that time. We lived in Shreveport, Louisiana and I loved that woman. I was her first grandchild and I could do no wrong. She spoiled me shamelessly and loved that I had bestowed her new moniker upon her as a little one learning to talk. My sister, 16 months younger than me, got the short end of the mamaw attention stick. When our youngest sister came along 6 years later, she was the new favorite grandchild at our house and became the perfect one. She even received the honor of being named after Mamaw, so there you have it. I enjoyed my 7 year reign as The Perfect One.
I thought The Beatles were cool. Still do.
I loved Paul. Still do.
Still do.
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The Northern part of the massive front has gone through here bringing only the cold to York, no ice or snow. As the song says, Our Day Will Come.
Both my grandmothers died too early for me to remember. I have this vague picture in my mind of a silver-haired woman standing in a kitchen but not a word or look.
I remember watching the Beatles inaugural show too. Like aliens, good ones, had landed, hair, clothes, speech, everything!
Uhhh....you are talk about Paul McCartney, arent you?
Here it was 68 early this morning but now the temp has fallen into the upper 40's and the wind is cold. It has rained some but none of the forecast snow. I predict only a few flakes if any at all.
I was more of a Monkeys fan.
I favored Paul too. Both of them. I can barely stand to hear some of the dirt dished about Paul McCartney by his departing wife. Could the cutest one be that mean really?
BUT I was totally in love with Mickey Dolenz of the Monkees. Circus Boy!!!! I went apopletic when he got married.
Roxanne, who was your favorite there?
This is the grayest day in my memory here. I've been out all day, thwarted at every turn by bureaucrats of the tiniest kind. So now my mood matches the weather.
I always had the love for John. He was just so...tender? Whatever. Confident in his sappy side, I guess. Not many men are. He always was.
Me...I liked them all. My mom was just as in love with them as I was. I thought that was so cool. She still loved them, when she died at 82.
That's cool.
I wasn't old enough to ride the Beetles train the first time around, but grew up loving them because my Mother had their 'albums' so I cut my teeth on them, The Dave Clark Five, Jan and Dean, Paul and Paula...
I didn't discover real radio music until 5th grade. :)
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