Hey, don’t judge me based on my past! Guess whose music I love now?

I remember having music in my life as far back as I can remember. My Papa had records like “Sing-a-long with Mitch Miller” which were really corny “pop” songs from the 1950s-60s….that had lyrics like “mares eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy”.

And Grandma and Grandpa had CFCW country radio on all day long in their upholstery shop as they worked, so I heard lots of Tammy Wynette, Johnny Cash, Glen Campbell, Patsy Cline, and George Jones. I do not recall liking it or not liking it, it was just part of the work environment, always on, every moment my grandparents were in the shop.

So that was my first exposure to music, along with listening to “pop” music of the 1960s on my Dad’s  car radio when we travelled or to albums we had at home such as “Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass” played on the big console stereo in our living room.

My other early exposure to music was via my Uncle Ron. When I was little he was still a teenager. He had an electric guitar he could not really play, but he had record albums of Steppenwolf, Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin he would listen to up in his room. Quite a contrast from what was on the radio out in the shop. And Aunt Louise was a huge Elvis Presley fan, so I heard lots of his music too. I had a very eclectic start to music exposure!

When I was around 10 or 11, Auntie Sis (Velma) gave me a hand me down stereo. It was a “portable” stereo that kind of looked like a blue suitcase on its side. A door opened and pulled down which was the turntable, and the two speakers were on each side. Having my own record player I now began to get my own records, the first two were “The Archies” (a “fictional” band) and “The Donny Osmond Album”. My two favourite songs were “Puppy Love” by Donny Osmond and “Everything’s Archie” by the Archies. They were followed by The Partridge Family album because I was in love with David Cassidy, the oldest son in the fictional TV family The Partridge Family. My favourite song by was “I Think I Love You”. Sonny & Cher also had a popular TV show at that time, so of course I liked them too, especially the two songs:  “Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves” and “I Got You Babe”.

I was lucky enough to have “disposable income” from my allowance, or birthday gift money;  then later at age 12 I started to babysit, so I had money to buy “singles” or “45s” for $1.00 or albums for around $3.99. I recall it being exciting that mom and dad let me go into the chain record stores like “Sam the Record Man” and “A&A Records” in Londonderry Mall (the newest mall in Edmonton at the time) by myself to buy a new record or two. I loved record shopping!

Some of my money also went to buy magazines at the drug store such as “Tiger Beat” that were full of photos and stories about the teen music idols of the day – David Cassidy, the Jackson 5, the Osmonds, and Bobby Sherman. Of course I also liked the popular K-Tel records which featured all the “hottest” songs of the year.

I had lots of fun with friends and my record player + records downstairs in the basement, as we “lip-synced” along to the songs holding the microphones I made out of tin foil. I can only imagine how much fun we would have had if Karaoke would have been available!

(*This post was the introduction to a narrative I was asked to write for “Story Worth” in response to my son’s question: “What is your favourite song/band/album?” If you have not heard of www.storyworth.com I recommend you check it out. We will not see the finished product – the printed book – until the end of 2021, but I love the idea of a question a week to prompt  memoir writing so families get to know more about their loved ones, and have it compiled in a keepsake book. Note: I have no financial interest in the company.)

Playing Princess

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Fox stole, crinoline, satin and organza dresses, rhinestone jewellery, lace veil, and beaded drawstring evening bag; what more could a woman want? Or a little girl. My youngest auntie would dress me up in all this out-dated paraphernalia from some treasure chest in my grandparents’ house. I had no idea whose wardrobe and accessories these were to begin with, definitely not my grandmother’s as she was a plain dresser. I did not care; to me they were all mine! My Dad suspects they were left behind by Great-Aunt Lily who lived in California for awhile. I was only about four years old when Auntie Louise and I started this fantastical game of dress-up, but I remember bits and pieces of it to this day. To my delight, a couple of years ago my parents found photos of me in splendid bliss as “the princess” and “the bride”.

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This is another piece of “Bite-Size Memoir” ( memoir in 150 words – no more, no less) a writing project initiated by Lisa Reiter.

To learn more about it go to:http://sharingthestoryblog.wordpress.com/2014/06/27/bite-size-memoir-no-8-dressing-up/

First Wheels!

In honor of Father’s Day, here is an early memory of my Dad. This is how I remember it, which of course, may or may not be as my Dad does.

My First Wheels

As my Dad proudly came around the house with my first set of wheels, my elation quickly turned to disappointment. I had hoped for a brand new bicycle, instead he pushed along an obviously well used CCM bike.

The color of the bike was the biggest disappointment.  Dried blood reddish-brown was not an attractive color in my opinion. The seat was tattered and well-worn.  Uncertain if it was part of his original plan, or if he sensed my disappointment, my Dad quickly said, “I will paint the bike and get a new seat for it. It will look like brand-new!” I had my doubts, but tried to appear excited as I did not want to hurt my Dad’s feelings.

Within the week my Dad had made good on his promise. He painted the bike a beautiful medium Wedgewood blue color, and installed a new white seat. Without consulting me, he had accessorized the bike with a metal wire basket on the front.  Dad lowered the seat and handlebars as low as they could go, so I could begin my bike riding lessons up and down the sidewalk on our block. At first Dad helped steady the back of the bike holding on to the rear of the seat, but soon as I was off on my own, my Dad hollering instructions from behind me.

After hitting the neighbour’s concrete retaining wall a few times as I swerved back and forth, I learned to keep my hands steady on the handlebars and eyes focused straight ahead. A couple more days of picking myself up off the cement sidewalk to get band-aids on my already scabby knees and I was a pro!

Getting that bicycle was the beginning of independence and freedom for me! Living in a small town certainly had its advantages, as I was soon allowed to ride my bike all about town, including to the public library every Saturday. I had fears I would be subject to ridicule by the neighbour kids for having a basket on my bike, however once I realized how many Nancy Drew library books I could fit in the basket I did not care.

167Love you Dad, Happy Father’s Day!