I have been extremely negligent in responding to any of the hundreds of "comments" to my blog. This is not purposeful, but is due to my ignorance in checking (They are placed in "Spam" under comments).
Please forgive me but also realize that it seems impossible to reply as 99% come from "Anonymous" and I haven't been able to email any of the respondents. I extend my humble gratitude to each, even the Quite few uncomplimentary ones, with this message. I must share any compliments with the many who send me such excellent emails, especially Ramey 'Sonny' Hoskins, Judi Cole, Bob Looney, Sarah Rapp, Ralph Hovermale, Lou Flores and so many others this old man doesn't come up with off the tip of my tongue.
Thanks you and you and thank you God! I am blessed in so many ways.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Mom and a quiet room ... SamKat
Mom and a Quiet Room
4-17-09
She has passed on years ago, but I must thank the Magenta site I added in a free offer to my computer. With Magenta I was able to put up my pics from Adobe on my screensaver. The photos come up at random from the file and, to my wonderful surprise this morning, Mom’s picture appeared behind my desktop. What a sweet surprise.
It honestly brought back the scenes of coming in late from a Saturday night date of a movie and a little smooching with Jeanie (that is as far as she would allow) to find Mom alone watching the 7” screen of the used Hallicrafters TV I had bought for a hundred bucks from friend, Don Ramsey.
Mom, with her special heart, was so good to share life with. Often, there would be a Huntington TV station live piano player and singer. A song we both loved waifs through my mind as I look at Mom’s picture. “My Happiness” with a pretty blonde singer leaning on the piano by the pianist.
Evening shadows make me blue When each weary day is through How I long to be with you My happiness Every day I reminisce Dreaming of your tender kiss Always thinking how I miss My happiness A million years it seems Have gone by since we shared our dreams But I'll hold you again There'll be no blue memories then Whether skies are grey or blue Any place on earth will do Just as long as I'm with you My happiness A million years it seems Have gone by since we shared our dreams But I'll hold you again There'll be no blue memories then Whether skies are grey or blue Any place on earth will do Just as long as I'm with you My happiness
It wasn’t Connie Frances or Elvis Pressley, as it might have been, but no song brings thoughts of Mom back to me like My Happiness and those tender moments we spent together.
I am a true male softie. I haven’t been sobbing as I write this, but my face has some moisture just thinking of those tender times.
There were ten children who shared the special love of our Mom. I am sure we each had our great moments.
Sam
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