Writing 101, Day Three: Commit to a Writing Practice

Write about the three most important songs in your life — what do they mean to you?”

The three most important songs in my life bring back early memories of a relationship that many projected wouldn’t last.

It began as puppy love between a boy (13 years old) and a girl (12 years old), which led to a marriage that has lasted for more than fifty-four years.

Song #1 – Rockin Robin by Bobbie Day (1958) 

The summer of 1958, I was visiting my grandparents in Mississippi.  I was looking forward to rekindling my puppy love friendship.

We were uptown at a restaurant (also called the teenage juke joint) where we hung out.  Even though we had been in our puppy love friendship for two summers; I had never danced with him.  The jukebox was jumping all evening and up came the hit song of the day, Rockin Robin.  He came over and asked for a dance.

We flowed together on the dance floor as if we had danced together for years.  I could expect his next move as he led me through the “bop” steps.  It was amazing.  The few lyrics, I remember are:

  • He rocks in the tree top all day long hopping and a singing his song.  All the little Jaybirds on Jaybird Street love to hear the robin go tweet-tweet-tweet.”  

Song #2 – Mr. Postman by The Marvelettes (1961)

I was 20-years-old, married, with a toddler and young baby, temporarily living with my mother when this song came out.   While waiting for Hubby to find housing for us at his new military assignment in Kansas; I checked the mail twice a day hoping to receive a letter from him.  Back then, leading up to the Christmas Holidays, mail was delivered twice a day.  Most days, I received a letter and there were days when two came.   My girlfriends teased me by singing this song;  and, I remember a few words:

  • “Oh yes, wait a minute Mr. Postman look and see if there’s a letter in your bag for me.  I have been standing here waiting patiently to see if there’s a letter in your bag for me.”

Song #3 – My Guy by Mary Wells (1964)

Our military traveling was over and we were living in Chicago.  Hubby’s nickname is Guy.  The lyrics expressed how I felt about My Guy in 1964; and, I feel the same way in 2014″

  • Nothing you can say can tear me away from my guy.  Cause I’m stuck like glue to my guy.  I’m sticking to my guy.  Like birds of a feather.  We stick together.  I’m telling’ you from the start.  I can’t be torn apart from my guy.”

Puppy Love, Young Love, and Senior Love, wrapped up in one package, what more could I ask for.

At 71-years-old, the  lyrics sound a little goofy.  But, they were important during this period of my life; and, I am grateful for the past memories.

Writing time for this post was close to the fifteen minutes suggested, but interrupted by several lengthy phone calls.

 

Author: SeasonedSistah2

During this final season life, I am going on a journey to define "ME." Opening up and going outside of my comfort zone to redefine ME.. Exploring and pursuing new interests that will lead to personal happiness, serenity, and tranquility. In undertaking this mission, overcoming the FEAR is my greatest challenge. Fear has played a large role in my life, but I overcame the FEAR of breast cancer, chronic pain associated with Rheumatoid Arthritis and Fibromyalgia, Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease, and Sleep Apnea. My new mantra: FEAR has two meanings: "(1) Forget Everything And Run, or (2) Face Everything and Rise. The Choice is Mine." Blogging here I come ready or not!!!

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