They're circling right above Sturgis right now.
Hang on mate!
I'll save you!
Take that you swine!
And that!
And that!
Phew! Never did a handbag give its life for a better cause!
Rather sad...or at the very least strange...how during Kicky's limited access time on the net, we've allowed this thread to fall to the wayside.
Perhaps it needs some music...
shboom
shboom
yadda yadda yadda ya
Ooooooooh, life could be a dream...
If I could take you up in paradise up aboooooove...
I was thinking more along a little Cajun influence here...something upbeat with a fiddle...
Life could be a dream...
If I could hit you over the head with a fiddle,
Then feast on deliciously spiced crawdads....
That the kind of thing you had in mind?
Oh, life could be a dream (sh-boom)
If only all my precious plans would come true (sh-boom)
If you would let me spend my whole life lovin' you
Life could be a dream, sweetheart
<love those Crewcuts>
What happened to the Chords?
Every time I look at you
Something is on my mind
If you'd do what I want you to
Baby, we'd be so fine.
Were you harmonizing??
I peeked in to say goodnight when I heard my child in prayer
Send dear God some scarlet ribbons scarlet ribbons for my hair
All the stores were closed and shuttered all the streets were dark and bare
In our town no scarlet ribbons not one ribbon for her hair
Through the night my heart was aching just before the dawn was breaking
I peeked in and on her bed in gay profusion laying there
I saw ribbons scarlet ribbons scarlet ribbons for her hair
If I live to be a hundred I will never know from where
Came those lovely scarlet ribbons scarlet ribbons for her hair
Always confused that song with scarlet fever...
That song was on one of the first English language albums the hamburgers had. I think we all used it to learn to speak English to some degree. As a very little ehBeth, I wished wished wished I was allowed to have hair long enough for scarlet ribbons.
was the lack of hair length due to age or were you obligated (by family) to keep it short?
mrs. hamburger was/is a very no fuss/no muss kinda mom. while she was taking care of my hair - it was kept short - by hamburger's barber.
then again
contrast and compare
maybe it's just our family look
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ehBeth...
By contrast, my mother kept her hair long until the end...well almost. When I was 10 or so she got her hair cut and styled, hated it and let it grow out and never cut it again for those last 30 years. This is also the case with my sister, who has hair down to her waist, as does my niece. As for me, I'm working towards the same goal, but using my beard to get there since the hair on top keeps disappearing (can't figger out why).
My sister had ribbons, and barrettes, and head bands (cloth, metal and plastic ones). I myself started to amass ribbons from the local Church school on Sundays where a ribbon was given for memorizing and reciting a Bible verse...may have even gotten some scarlet red ones.
Then of course there were the ribbons attached to the front of the fan in our living room...I used to stare at them as they fluttered...I was easy to entertain at that time.
i'm the one with the kittens in the basket, wearing an authentic russian peasant's blouse . hbg
note to ebeth : don't you have the picture of opa and his sister for posting, or do we still have that ?
someone seems to have forgotten that 'doris' (mrs h's hairdresser) , looked after the 'unnamed' person's hair for quite a few years .
'with increasing age, the brain starts playing tricks on all of us'. hbg
Hey thank you ebeth, Sturgis and hamburger. I have just arrived home after a truly miserable four days in Sydney, and just reading these last few posts has lifted my spirits.
