It has been awhile since I have blogged not because I have not had the time but my mind has had one of big pool of assorted topics to think on and a swirl of the past and the present and a combo of both. It’s been hard corralling those thoughts into somewhat of a cohesive piece of work. Grandma Frogger is on vacation to the Bayou.
As I write, I am listening to Jambalaya with the Carpenters.
When I was in high school, they were really popular with the “in crowd”. However, I was not with the “in crowd”.
I hung out with three sisters from a very conservative musical family from church who considered the Carpenters anathema. However being the naughty girls that we were at times, we would sneak times to listen to someones record, probably over to my place where I lived with an uncle & aunt who were not so tight on music.
I had one of those record players that looked like a little suitcase with the little round thingies to make the 33 and 45 rpm work with the spindle.
Jambalaya is one of those songs with a very catchy tune and can stay in your mind for the rest of the day.
“Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,” is hardly lyrics I want to meditate on for the rest of the day, however, there are times, I get into somewhat of a wild, reckless mood.
How do you explain to the grandkids what “gayo” meant then and that in my early days it meant to be happy and joyful. How far our world is today from mine to the grandkids.
I am also bemused by my husbands recollection of one of his memories as he got into trouble with his parents for accompanying a friends family to the movies to watch Pinocchio without his parents approval.
Going to the movies just wasn’t a good thing for a good conservative Baptist and a CM&A er’s.
The first 13 yrs. of my life were pretty much devoid of most media. TV was a novelty and I do not recall members of my family having one either until years later in black and white.
We have come a long way from those days. TV went off the air at ten and there were only a few channels.
My first visit to the movie theater was in around 1974 (I was in my 20’s) to watch The Sound Of Music somewhere in Pasadena. The feeling and awe was surreal. I had never before been in a movie theater. The first feeling was as if I had stepped into Satan’s territory and yet the anticipation of participating in something that may not be approved by God. I did not know what to expect. I felt like somewhere along during the time sitting watching that I would somehow be transported into another world which I was.
I was captured into that world for the time I was there totally unaware of those around me and my first date with my husband to be. I was a little startled by the loudness and wondered who was hard of hearing. It was an unforgettable moment.
I could probably count on my one hand the many times I have gone to the movies. I just could not justify spending the little money that God allowed me to have in those and subsequent days.
Upon finding out that those movies were available after a time to rent,borrow, or buy at a cheaper rate and could watch over and over again, I could not see the point of going to the theater and paying for a husband to fall asleep anytime during the movie.
What it all boils down to is that I never got into the watch part of TV or movies and to this day could not carry on a conversation about the latest or oldest movie.
I must confess though that I was curious to watch Iron Man 3 that my son-in-law had helped produce simply because he had spent so much time on that movie.
In fact, my husband and I shared ear buds and watched it on one of our train travels back from the Pacific Northwest one year. I was pleasantly surprised as I was expecting perhaps something else.
I could watch Anne of Green Gables many, many times and still be entertained by Anne with an e’s voluminous verbosity and vocabulary.
When I am old and in a “nursing home” just sit me in front of the Anne Of Green Gables series. Ha,Ha.
Not to long ago, as I was blogging about my in laws that I never knew but only from my husband and writings I found in “THE BOX” they mentioned watching The Bells Of Saint Mary in 1947 or 1948 on their honeymoon. I was curious, watched it on my computer and found it very enjoyable even though in black and white and filmed so long ago.
I remember when we were first married, had moved into our 1949 house in North Hollywood. We did not have a TV for our first 3 yrs. One day my husband brought an old used, black and white, turned it on and the quietness and silence that I had so treasured was broken. It forever transformed our lives. For me the sound seemed deafening even on mute. I had trouble concentrating and focusing on more mindful pursuits.
I am sure, that along this last half of my life I have watched other movies and videos, however, reading books and blogging is my passion during this season of my life.
I find that spending time in front of the TV or watching videos fosters a mindset of spending less time with God and in His Word.
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