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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 2 Feb, 2005 06:58 pm
How about a compromise, guys?

Hail West Virginia!

It's West Virginia, it's West Virginia,
The pride of every Mountaineer,
Come on you old grads, join with us young lads.
It's West Virginia now we cheer!
Rah! Rah! Rah!
Now is the time boys to make a big noise.
No matter what the people say,
For there is naught to fear, the gang's all here,
So hail West Virginia, hail.

Well, listeners, in spite of everything, I think they're going ahead with it, anyway. Super Bowl Sunday. I think I would almost rather watch The State of the Union address.

I checked out JAX on the web, and it said something about a sports shop.

Tell you one thing, listeners. If you've ever traveled I-95 through Jacksonville, Fl. in the dark, stay home.
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realjohnboy
 
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Reply Wed 2 Feb, 2005 07:22 pm
Did yall know that, in some parts of Virginia, amongst the rednecks, goodoleboys, or the landed gentry, West Virginia was referred to as the "bastard state?" No great collegialiity, even though most folks can't remember why there was a problem.
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Wed 2 Feb, 2005 07:25 pm
I was born in East Virginia,
North Carolina I did go.
There I met a fair young maiden,
And her name I did not know.

Oh, her hair was dark and curly,
And her cheeks were rosy red.
On her breast she wore white linen,
Where I longed to lay my head.

I don't want your green back dollar,
I don't want your watch and chain.
All I want is your heart darling,
Say you'll take me back again.

The ocean's deep and I can't wade it,
And I have no wings to fly.
I'll just get me a blue eyed boaten,
For to row me over time.

I'll go back to East Virginia,
North Carolina ain't my home.
I'll go back to East Virginia,
Leave them North Carolinians alone.
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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 2 Feb, 2005 07:34 pm
My goodness, listeners, it's state side on WA2K.


Mister And Mississippi - Tennessee Ernie Ford

I can't recall my Mother, I don't remember Dad
Mister and Mississippi was all I ever had
Oh, I was born to wander, oh, I was born to roam
And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home.

CHORUS
Oh, I was born to wander, oh, I was born to roam
And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home.

My cradle was the river, my school a river boat
My teacher was a gambler, the slickest one afloat
My teacher was a gambler, the slickest one afloat
He taught me not to gamble on a petticoat.

CHORUS

Oh! Betty Mae, I love you, I love you Betty Mae
I love you like a barefoot boy, loves a summer day
The way a wand'ring gypsy, loves the changing scenes
Just like the restless river, loves old New Orleans.

CHORUS

I'd love a tiny village, a quite country town
A house, a little garden, with kiddies runnin' 'round
I'd be a faithful husband, I'd be a trusting friend
Until I heard that steamboat, comin' 'round the bend.

CHORUS
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Wed 2 Feb, 2005 07:39 pm
I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow.
Gonna find a true love. That is where I want to go.
Out where them chilly winds don't blow.
Sing your song, sing it soft and low.
Sing it for your baby and then I'll have to go.
Out where them chilly winds don't blow

Wish I was a headlight on a west bound train.
I'd shine my light on cool Colorado Rain
Out where them chilly winds don't blow.

If you're feelin' lonely, if you're feelin' low.
Remember that I loved you more than you will ever know.
Goin' where them chilly winds don't blow.

I'm leavin' in the springtime, won't be back till fall.
If I can forget you, I might not come back at all.
Out where them chilly winds don't blow.
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Wed 2 Feb, 2005 08:02 pm
Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.

Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."

CHORUS:
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss.
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed.
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head.

He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk.
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd
talk.
Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign,
Because his heart was made of knotty pine.

Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere.
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."

And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid,
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-liga stayed.
Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be,
And wishes he was still an old pine tree.
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Eva
 
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Reply Wed 2 Feb, 2005 09:05 pm
Well, if we're going "stateside," as Miss Letty put it, I simply cannot resist. From the state so good that only the likes of Rodgers and Hammerstein could do it justice...let's all stand and sing a rousing chorus of "Oklahoma"...


O-o-o-o-Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
O-o-o-o-Oklahoma, Ev'ry night my honeylamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky.

We know we belong to the land (Yes sir!)
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma <stomp boots while spelling> O.K.L.A.H.O.M.A.
Oklahoma, OK! <toss hat in air triumphantly>

[repeat]

[repeat again]

[repeat until you're sick of it]


Good night from the state whose song everybody knows. And, oh yes, bless your hearts!

--Eva
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Letty
 
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Reply Wed 2 Feb, 2005 11:56 pm
Welcome to night owl WA2K radio, listeners, and now something soft to lull us into gentle sleep:

For all the crooners and swooners wherever they may be
Moonlight and magnolias, starlight in your hair
All the world a dream come true
Did it really happen, was I really there
Was I really there with you

We lived our little drama, we kissed in a field of white
And stars fell on alabama that night
I can't forget the glamour, your eyes held a tender light
And stars fell on alabama last night

Chorus:
I never planned in my imagination, a situation so heavenly
A fairy land that no one else could enter
And in the center, just you and me, dear
My heart beat like a hammer, my arms wound around you tight
And stars fell on alabama last night

--spoken:
Alright, let's take it on down from muscle shoals through decatur
Mmmm, birmingham, ooh montgomery
Right up over spanish fort into mobile, my hometown
Mister t...

(harmonica solo)

Chorus:
I never planned in my imagination, a situation so heavenly
A fairy land that no one else could enter
And in the center, just you and me, dear
My heart beat like a hammer, my arms wound around you tight
Ah, stars fell on alabama last night

--spoken:
One more time boys...

Yes, we lived our little drama
We kissed on the dunes so white
And stars fell on alabama
Last night
Jimmy Buffett Lyrics

Groundhog day was my mom's and dad's anniversary.
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McTag
 
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Reply Thu 3 Feb, 2005 06:20 am
Sweet home, Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home, Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you.....


And for my next song

Indiana wants me
Lord, I can't go back there.....

but I don't know the rest of the words
(exits stage left, dodging rotten fruit...)
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 3 Feb, 2005 09:21 am
Laughing Everybody's askin' me,
Who's that hunk of personality.
I'm presenting him right now,
Hey, Mac, take a bow.

Good morning, listeners. It promises to be a lovely day here in Florida.
Hope all is well with you regardless of the weather and wherever you are.
Back later with more news and music.
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Thu 3 Feb, 2005 09:48 am
Good Morning All. Some Birthday Celebrities born on February 3:

1809 Felix Mendelssohn, composer (Germany; died 1847)
1811 Horace Greeley, newspaper editor and presidential candidate (Amherst, NH; died 1872)
1821 Elizabeth Blackwell, first woman physician (near Bristol, England; died 1910)
1874 Gertrude Stein, writer/critic (Allegheny, PA; died 1946)
1894 Norman Rockwell, artist/illustrator (New York, NY; died 1978)
1907 James Michener, novelist (New York, NY; died 1997)
1918 Joey Bishop, actor (Bronx, NY)
1940 Fran Tarkenton, football quarterback (Richmond, VA)
1944 Blythe Danner, actress (Philadelphia, PA)
1945 Bob Griese, football quarterback and sportscaster (Evansville, IN)
1950 Morgan Fairchild, actress (Dallas, TX)

In memory of Norman Rockwell:
http://www.allposters.com/IMAGES/130/009_575-011.jpg

Some trivia about James Michener from an interview conducted in 1997 by Kira Albin, two months prior to Michener's death.

"Rumor has it that Michener uses an army of researchers to gather background material for each of his epic novels, which average around 900 pages each. The fact is that he achieved his massive work with the help of only three secretaries. "People don't believe it, but it's absolutely true," says John Kings, Michener's editorial assistant since 1972. Adds Michener, "I think [people] would be shocked if they knew how hard I have to work to turn out these books, which seem to the average spectator so easy to do."

Michener, an orphan, was adopted shortly after birth by Mabel Michener, a poverty-stricken widow with two other children. The family lived in Doylestown, Pennsylvania, surviving with few resources and often little to eat. Michener's classmates and even a teacher tormented him about his unpressed secondhand clothes and toeless sneakers with broken, knotted laces.
According to John Hayes, author of James A. Michener: A Biography (The Bobbs-Merrill Company, Inc., 1984), Mabel was Michener's birth mother, but being unwed, she used the adoption story to protect them both. Michener holds to the adoption version but no longer discusses the subject.

Michener's financial hardships during childhood affected his attitude toward money for the rest of his life. Despite his wealth resulting from literary success, he has always feared ending up in the poorhouse. He spends little money on himself beyond the bare necessities. "He lives like he was on social security," says Herman Silverman, a successful businessman and close friend of Michener for over 50 years. "He doesn't spend money on fancy homes or good food. He lives in a regular tract house that's probably not worth more than $200,000." Adds Silverman, "He's very generous with places he wants to be generous with."
The generosity to which Silverman refers adds up to over $100 million. Recipients of Michener's philanthropy include a variety of public institutions such as libraries, museums, and universities. As a firm believer in education he gave $30 million to the University of Texas at Austin for the establishment of a creative writing program. Several million more have gone to the creation of the James A. Michener Art Museum in Doylestown, formerly a jailhouse built in 1860. Reportedly, Michener did not want the building named after him, though he is immensely proud of the museum and what it has to offer. One wing is named for his third wife, Mari Sabusawa Michener, who died of cancer in 1994.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 3 Feb, 2005 10:02 am
Raggedy, I love your background sketches. I had never bothered to learn about Michener, and am awe stricken. I read every book he wrote, but got bogged down in Chesapeake, because it became more history than story. Incidentally, one of the worst movies that I have ever seen made from a book was Hawaii. I read his account of Kent State, but it was biased in favor of the students.

Salute to Norman Rockwell, who my father admired.
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Thu 3 Feb, 2005 10:35 am
The movie "Hawaii" covered only a small portion of Michener's novel and was a disappointment to me too, Letty, because I loved the book - particularly the accounting of how Hawaii was formed. A sequel was made - The Hawaiians -starring Charlton Heston - which did cover in some detail the Chinese in Hawaii and the leper colony on Molokai, but it too was disappointing. Hawaii would have made a great TV miniseries. I thought Michener's "Centennial" made a great miniseries.

I've never read his book about Kent State. Nor have I ever finished "Texas". The Brando movie, Sayonara, that we discussed here at the station awhile ago was also a Michener novel as, of course, was South Pacific. I admired him for his efforts to eliminate prejudice. (When Michener tried to buy a house at a beachfront residential area in Hawaii, he was turned down because his wife was Japanese American. )
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 3 Feb, 2005 10:35 am
an added news item of interest to all WA2K'ers and others.

Just received a message from Mrs. Cav and am delighted to know that our chef is all right. It seems that there were hard drive problems.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 3 Feb, 2005 10:46 am
Wow! Raggedy. I had no idea about his wife.

Well, I must do undone things, folks. Back later.
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Eva
 
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Reply Thu 3 Feb, 2005 10:58 am
Letty wrote:
Just received a message from Mrs. Cav and am delighted to know that our chef is all right. It seems that there were hard drive problems.


WHEW!!! Very Happy
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 3 Feb, 2005 12:46 pm
Thought for today:

The lure of the Arctic is tugging at my heart. To me the trail is calling. The old trail. The trail that is always new.

Matthew Henson

Inspired by C.I.'s Arctic adventure
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realjohnboy
 
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Reply Thu 3 Feb, 2005 02:25 pm
Re Michener: He wrote a quirky little novel called The Drifters (I think that is right). I appreciated it because I was into that lifestyle for awhile, but I do wonder why he ever wrote it or why it was ever published. Do you remember reading that one, Letty?
True story: In late Sept, 1967(?), I got home from my high school's Friday night football game. My folks had the radio on. A Piedmont Airlines plane had disappeared while approaching the Charlottesville airport. Rescue workers searched Friday night, all day and night on Saturday and then into Sunday before they found the wreckage in a hollow of the Blue Ridge Mountains, a mere hundred yards or so below the Skyline Drive. Thirty or so people were dead but they found one guy, alive but injured, strapped/trapped in his seat.
The reporter interviewing him in the hospital asked him what he did during the long ordeal of waiting.
His response: he had Michener's Exodus. Bizarre.
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Diane
 
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Reply Thu 3 Feb, 2005 02:47 pm
Letty this thread is so interesting, I love reading even though I seldom post.

My favorite Michener book was The Source. I read it in the 60's so can't remember many details, but it started at an archeological site. The stories had a common theme through thousands of years, including the ancestor of one of the archeologists.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 3 Feb, 2005 03:30 pm
Virginia John, I didn't read The Drifters, but I read most of the man's books. My God, I remember that plane crash. I'm gonna check with my sister about that. I simply recall a minister saying something about, "I know your mind is up there on that mountain, but......"

Diane, Indeed I read The Source, but I was eternally confusing Michener with Uris on that one. Hey, gal. Just glad that you be here right now.

You know, listeners, We may pull files from the archives once in a while, but either yesterday or today is what we do here. Can't count too much on tomorrow.

A song that I found on an old tape:

Once I was a sentimental thing
Throw my heart away each spring
Now a spring romance
Hasn't got a chance
Promised my first dance to winter
All I've got to show's a splinter
For my little fling

Spring, this year has got me feeling like a horse
That never left the post
I lay in my room
Starring up at the ceiling
Spring can really hang you up the most

Morning kiss wakes trees and flower
And to them my life
To drink a toast I walk in the park
Just to kill those lonely hours
Spring can really hang you up the most

All afternoon
Those birds tweet-a-tweet I know their tune
This is love this is it
Heard it before
And I know the score
And I decide that love is a bore
Love seem sure around the new year
Now it's April

Love is just a ghost
Spring arrived on time
But what became of you, dear
Spring can really hang you up the most
Spring can really hang you up the most

Spring is here
There's no mistaken
Robins build their nest from coast to coast
My heart tries the same
So they wont hear it breaking
Spring can really hang you up the most

College boys are riding somewhere
... tender passion there it grows
But I'm on the shelf with last years easter bonnet
Spring can really hang you up the most

Love came my way
I'm holding the last
We had our day
Now that's all in the past
Spring came along
A season of song
For Love's sweet promise
But something went wrong
Doctor's once prescribed a tonic
Sulfur and molasses was the dose
Didn't help me a bit
My condition must be chronic
Spring can really hang you up the most

All alone, the party's over
Winter was a gracious host
But when you keep praying
For snow to hide the clover,
Spring can really hang you up the most.

Fantastic chord changes, and totally unpredictable.

Damn. Wish Panz were here to give us the notes to the melody line.
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