I'm just a guy who likes the classics. I love Old Time Radio Shows. I love Classic TV. I love Classic Movies. I love songs from the "Great American Songbook". I dig songs from the first decade of Rock and Roll. Don't get me wrong, I am not opposed to newer things. My musical taste ranges from Classical to Classic Rock and Country to Rap. I love a good book and am always looking for something to read. I tend to lean toward historical fiction, biographies, mysteries, and more.
I have always believed that our past (and the things we've experienced in it) make us who we are today. That being said, after reading through some old My Space blogs (yeah, that's about how long it's been since I blogged regularly), I decided that I should once again write. Welcome to my blog. I hope you find it interesting, thought provoking, and entertaining in some way.
CONTACT ME AT - nostalgicitalian@yahoo.com
We had Parent-Teacher conferences last week. We are thrilled that both kids are doing well. We found out things that Andrew was doing in school that we didn’t know he could do. We both felt kind of bad when we were done. “Gee, how dumb did we look when she said he could spell his name?” (Up to this point all we’ve seen him write is an “A.”
We’ve got some pretty color on the trees this year. Slowly but surely, the leaves are tumbling to the ground. It is still too early to start raking, however, I knew the kids would enjoy jumping in the big pile.
Ella’s hair in that one picture cracks me up. She had a blast!
She got to go on a playdate with a friend this weekend. It was about 25 minutes from us in Holly. They do a Dickens Festival every year where everyone dresses up in period costumes and they sing Christmas carols. I’ve never been to it, but really hope to go this year.
Since Andrew was with me, we decided to find something to do while Ella played. First we found an old railway station. It still stands, but most of the windows are boarded up. He thought it was cool. He walked around it and looked in to see the inside when he could. Then we walked the railroad tracks for a bit hoping to find a railroad spike or two (no luck).
After we got back in the car, I found that there was a cider mill not too far away. So we drove over there to get cider and donuts.
He loved checking out the old trucks that were there and running in the hay maze. There was a wooden train that he played on, too. There was a guy under a tent playing gospel songs on his guitar and we sat and ate donuts while we listened.
We thought about getting pumpkins, but decided it was best to wait and go when all of us could be there. We certainly enjoyed our “guy time” together. We got a little bit more yesterday when Ella went to the doctor. Andrew and I sat in my bedroom and I watched him play my Forza Horizon game. He loves busting up fences and, as seen in the next photo, loves chasing animals.
We’re closing in on Halloween and I know the kids are excited. How about you?
Happy 77th Birthday to actress and singer Telma Hopkins!
As an actress, Telma is known for appearing on Bosom Buddies, Gimme a Break!, Family Matters and the short lived Getting By. She first gained notoriety as a member of Tony Orlando and Dawn and starred on the CBS variety show of the same name from 1974-1976.
She started her career as a background singer in Detroit. She appeared on Freda Payne’s “Band of Gold” and on Isaac Hayes’ “Theme From Shaft” and worked with artists like The Four Tops and Marvin Gaye. She and Joyce Vincent Wilson were picked to join Tony Orlando as “Dawn.”
The group had chart success and number one songs with “Candida,” “Knock Three Times,” and “Tie a Yellow Ribbon ‘Round the Ole Oak Tree.” This won Favorite Pop/Rock Single at the first annual American Music Awards in 1974. The song also got two Grammy nominations: Song of the Year and Best Pop Group Performance. When the trio performed the song at the ceremony in March 1974, they got the attention of Fred Silverman at CBS, who gave them a summer variety series called Tony Orlando and Dawn, which began airing in July. They stayed on the air for three seasons, during which time the group charted more hits.
While many attribute today’s song to Stevie Ray Vaughn (who does a fantastic cover), it was originally done by the great Elmore James. James wrote the song and recorded it in 1959.
Elmore James was an American blues guitarist, singer, songwriter, and bandleader. He was noted for his use of loud amplification and his stirring voice. His slide guitar technique earned him the nickname “King of the Slide Guitar”.
The song was written in Chicago after a downpour inspired him during a recording session. The songs features James’ prominent slide guitar and his vocals, accompanied by his longtime backing band, the Broomdusters.
The song itself brings about some questions. James’ unique slide guitar sound on the recording has generated great debate. Bass player, Homesick James, attributed it to a recording studio technique, while others have suggested a different amplifier or guitar setup. Songwriter and musician Ry Cooder felt that it was an altogether different guitar than James’ usual Kay acoustic with an attached pickup.
Artists who have covered the song include Albert King, Eric Clapton and George Thorogood. Elmore’s version reached #15 on the Billboard Hot R&B Sides chart in 1960. The song would be his last charted hit before his death in 1963.
James was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1992.
An Irishman, Mick, was on “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire.” He had already won 500,000 euros. “You’ve done very well,” said the presenter, “but for a million euros, you’ve only got one lifeline left, phone a friend. “
“Here is your million euros question: “
Which of the following birds does NOT build its own nest? A) Sparrow B) Thrush C) Magpie D) Cuckoo.
“I don’t know,” said Mick. “I’ll use my last lifeline and phone my friend Paddy.” Paddy wasn’t the smartest, but Mick had his number memorized. Mick rang and repeated the question to Paddy. “Dat’s simple. It’s a cuckoo!” Paddy said. Mick asked, “Are you sure? There’s a lot of money on this!”. Paddy answered with a strong “Yes!”
Mick hung up the phone and said, “I’ll go with cuckoo.” “Is that your final answer?” asked Chris. “Yup.”
There was a pause then the presenter screamed, “Cuckoo is correct! You’ve won one million euros!”
Mick called Paddy. “Tell me, Paddy? How in Heaven’s name did you know it was da Cuckoo that doesn’t build its own nest?”
“Well, duh!,” Paddy said, ‘Because he lives in a clock!”
171 years ago today a misunderstanding led to the loss of many lives in the Battle of Balaclava. The event would be forever immortalized in a poem (and an episode of the Little Rascals). The poem – The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
The Charge of the Light Brigade was a disastrous British calvary charge on October 25, 1854, during the Crimean Way. Roughly 600 light cavalrymen, led by Lord Cardigan, charged a Russian artillery battery by mistake. A misunderstood order from their superior, Lord Raglan, resulted in the Light Brigade being sent into a heavily defended valley, leading to heavy casualties despite their bravery in reaching their objective.
Lord Raglan intended for the Light Brigade to stop the Russians from removing captured guns from a Turkish redoubt. However, the order was miscommunicated and misinterpreted, resulting in the brigade being directed to charge directly into a well-prepared Russian artillery battery at the end of a valley.
Led by Lord Cardigan, the Light Brigade charged for about a mile and a half into the “valley of death”. They were met with heavy fire from Russian guns on three sides and suffered devastating casualties.
The cavalry reached the battery, scattering some of the gunners, but were forced to retreat immediately. The charge was a military failure, resulting in very high casualties for the British and no strategic gains. In total, 607 men went into action while only 198 returned. 409 men lost their lives during the charge (67% of the men).
The event became a symbol of senseless waste and military blunder, famously immortalized in Alfred Lord Tennyson’s poem, which honored the soldiers’ courage while questioning the leadership error. The poem was written 2 December and published on 9 December 1854, in The Examiner, praised the brigade. He wrote the poem inside only a few minutes after reading an account of the battle in The Times, according to his grandson Sir Charles Tennyson. It immediately became hugely popular, and even reached the troops in the Crimea, where 1,000 copies were distributed in pamphlet form.
Before I share the funny Little Rascals moment, here is Tennyson’s The Charge of the Light Brigade:
I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
II
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
III
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.
IV
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
V
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
In the 1936 Our Gang Comedy “Two Too Young,” Spanky and Alfalfa con Buckwheat and Porky out of some firecrackers during recess. Alfalfa stuffs the firecrackers in his back pocket as recess ends and they go back to class. Porky finds a magnifying glass outside and brings it into the class room.
The teacher asks the class to recite their recitations for the class. Alfalfa is the only one who knows his – The Charge of the Light Brigade.
While standing, the firecrackers can be seen in his back pocket. Porky pulls out the magnifying glass and is able to light the wick of the firecrackers. Almost as if it is planned, they begin to go off at an appropriate point in the poem.
Here is the whole episode. The poem is at the 7:56 mark in the video.
In high school we had to pick a poem to discuss in front of the class. I chose The Charge of the Light Brigade – but I left the firecrackers at home!
At 5:24am 19 years ago, with her hand in mine, my mother took her last breath here on earth. She was finally freed from the pain she suffered for a decade from Breast Cancer and all the treatments and medications she had because of the disease. For those of us who were left behind, there was pain in her leaving, but joy that the suffering was over. Since her passing, there have been many changes in my life. How I wish I could call her and just talk. I can’t tell you the number of times I have wanted her advice. There are so many things I wish I could apologize for, so many things I want to say, and so many things I long to hear. I am blessed to have some wonderful friends who have stood by me through some powerful storms lately, storms that would have made a bit easier with a call to mom.
I have said this before, but it is worth saying again – to those who still have their parents I say this – no matter what, make peace with them. Do not take them for granted. Enjoy each and every moment you have with them, even if it hearing the same story for the umpteenth time. Enjoy a cup of coffee with them. Take your kids to see them. Do not let another day go by without saying those things that you want to say. Make sure they know how thankful you are. Make sure they know you love them. Life is too short and when they are gone, you will long for those little things that seemed so trivial or unimportant.
It’s been a bit harder for me over the past few years. So many great things have happened. So many life events she wasn’t around to experience. She would be so proud of her oldest grandsons and would be spoiling her granddaughter and new grandson. She would be sharing embarrassing stories about me to my wife and so much more.
I miss my mom each and every day. My love for her is never ending, like hers was for me. The void remains – her laughter, her voice, and her smile are now but a memory that lives on in photos and old lost video tapes.
I found today’s photo in a stack of pictures I found in a box.
Growing up, we always had dogs. The two we had throughout most of my childhood were Lucy and Daisy. Daisy was a beagle and we got her when she was a puppy.
Lucy would bark. Daisy would howl. We had never heard a dog howl before. She would also go after birds, rabbits and other critters. She would have been a good hunting dog.
I remember when Lucy got old, my dad “took her to the farm” to get better. Well, that was obviously code for “putting her down.” She was very sick at the end and there was nothing that could be done. She was in a lot of pain, so the decision was made.
Daisy was around for quite a few years after Lucy. At some point my mom brought another puppy home and called it Sassy. I remember her playing well with Daisy, and at the same time she reminded me of Scrappy Doo. I can’t tell you why.
Thinking back, we had this one dog named Pepe that grew to be very large. They had told my folks that she would be a small dog. They lied. One time we were going to be gone all day. Dad thought he’s put the dogs in the garage so they wouldn’t go to the bathroom in the house. When we came home, Pepe had white stuff all over her face. She had been eating the drywall in the garage. Another time she had found a D battery and ate almost half of it. It is a wonder that dog didn’t kill itself with all it would eat.
When I moved out, someone gave me a kitten. From that time on, I think I’ve always had a cat. Currently Maizey and Bitsy are the felines in our house.
I know some folks aren’t pet people, but I’ve always been. I loved the companionship of our dogs and love when the cats decide to sit on my lap. Pets are truly family.
I have had Katie Williams’ My Murder on my “To Read” list for some time. I kept waiting for it to show up on Libby or Hoopla. That way I could listen to it on the ride to and from work. I haven’t seen it on either platform.
On a recent trip to the library with my kids, I noticed it on a shelf and picked it up. I chuckled when I took it to the desk and saw that it was the “large print” version. All these signs I’m getting older just keep coming.
Before I go into my thoughts, here is the Goodreads synopsis:
Lou is a happily married mother of an adorable toddler. She’s also the victim of a local serial killer. Recently brought back to life and returned to her grieving family by a government project, she is grateful for this second chance. But as the new Lou re-adapts to her old routines, and as she bonds with other female victims, she realizes that disturbing questions remain about what exactly preceded her death and how much she can really trust those around her.
Now it’s not enough to care for her child, love her husband, and work the job she’s always enjoyed–she must also figure out the circumstances of her death. Darkly comic, tautly paced, and full of surprises, My Murder is a devour-in-one-sitting, clever twist on the classic thriller.
Honestly, this book was not what I expected. I guess I thought that the story was going to be told by the ghost of the main character or something. The “being brought to life” aspect was an interesting angle. Bringing back the other murder victims made it more interesting.
Obviously, if they are bringing people back to life, there is a futuristic science fiction aspect to the story. It may take place in the future, but it has a current feel to it.
I’m not sure I feel it was “darkly comic,” but it was definitely full of surprises. There is a big twist about halfway through the book that takes you on another trail. That was unexpected, but it really made the story more thrilling.
I’m glad that I finally bit the bullet and just read the hard copy of the story. I don’t know much more about the author, but I think I am going to see what else she had written and check it out.
This past Friday I was up early and off to the state capitol. One of the bigger sleep conferences was being held at the Kellogg Center on the campus of Michigan State University. I had no idea how bad traffic was going to be so I was on the road by 5:30am. I arrived about 6:45am and had plenty of time to check in.
The conference was one of the best I have been to. There were some great sessions that talked about dreams and their connection with trauma, another one about “sleepwalking’ crimes, and a discussion about later school start times. The speakers were good, so it was easy to stay engaged.
The highlight for me was running into one of the gals who was in the sleep program with me. She has moved up in the world and is now working for one of the companies that does home sleep studies. She noticed me first and called my name. When I turned to see who it was, there were hugs all around.
We had to do presentations in class on a certain sleep disorder. She totally went out and bought one of the “old man” hats I always wore, got some felt and made herself a mustache and goatee and presented as me. It was hilarious! There was so much to catch up on. We’re hoping to get the families together to catch up more soon.
On Saturday, the kids had a birthday party that they were invited to. It was held at a bowling alley. Ella has only been bowling once and this was Andrew’s first time. They started out using the ramps to roll the ball…
It didn’t take long for them to just start throwing them without the ramp. Andrew somehow managed to throw the ball and get it stuck between the gutter and the bumpers. Ella was just happy to get the ball to knock down pins. Andrew decided to relax as the ball rolled down the alley.
My brother came up from Ohio this weekend. He had asked me if we were going to be around and that was before I knew about the birthday party. So after the birthday party we went to Frankenmuth where the Scarecrow Festival was going on.
They had pumpkin bowling, bounce houses, pumpkin launching and more. Many of the little shops had their own pumpkin scarecrows outside. Guests could vote for the best one on their phones. The kids liked seeing many of them.
The weather was mild, so it was nice enough to walk around without jackets. We walked around the Riverplace shops and also went to the Castle Shops and visited the bakery. Cookies all around!
Whether we were just too busy catching up or chasing the kids, my brother and I only got to grab one picture while we were there.
Around 6 all the fun stuff outdoors shut down. We were all hungry, so we decided to go to this little Italian place just outside of town. Neither of us had ever been there. It was delicious. I had lasagna which reminded me of a place my folks use to eat at all the time. Ella opted for spaghetti (which is noodles with butter and no sauce for her.) I usually cut it up for her, but she decided to eat it right from the bowl. I love this picture of her …
Andrew, who loves spaghetti, threw me for a loop when he asked for a grilled cheese and French fries. How do you make that Italian? If you look closely at his plate, you will see that he has put parmesan cheese all over his food.
When we left to go home, it poured rain. It was monsoon rain. There was thunder and lightening, which Andrew thought was really cool to see at night.
My brother and Stacey stopped over Sunday and hung out most of the day. They brought the kids Happy Meals and some gifts. Ella got a Barbie and Ken doll – both were decked out for soccer. Andrew got some monster trucks and this cool thing that you toss up in the air and it floats around. You control it with your hands. It was pretty cool.
Our visit was cut short because I had to give the kids baths and get them in bed for school the next day. They are always glad to see them. One day I hope to be able to make the drive down to Ohio with the kids to see them.
I’ll wrap up with something I just thought was cool. I love high school football. One thing I’ve noticed as years have gone by is the increase of the presence of law enforcement at games. At one high school the policemen really got into things. They were cheering for the home team and telling folks they had better, too.
Check out these two law officers being held up by the cheerleaders. I love the sign: Cheer or go to jail!
I love seeing stuff like this! Kudos to these officers – and the cheer team!
Various Ramblings of a Nostalgic Italian 