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The music died

All the discussion of late around the Confederate flag brought the band Lynyrd Skynyrd to mind, since that flag is part of the band’s logo.

(I didn’t use that version here on The Sticky Egg because, um…no.)

lynyrd_skynyrd

That led us to talking about where we were when we learned about the plane crash that killed half of the band members.

[If you’re too young to a) know who Lynyrd Skynyrd is, or b) remember the plane crash, move along.]

I was in bed asleep. The phone rang — a corded phone, no less  — and I walked down to my mother’s bedroom to answer it. A good friend of my oldest brother was on the line, and he was crying. I may have been young, but I knew a call that late at night could only mean one thing…

Someone had died.

We woke up my brother, who came to the phone in a fog of sleep. We heard him say, “Oh no. Oh God. Oh no.” Then he hung up the phone and turned to go back to bed.  We stopped him, saying, “Wait — what happened?”

He said simply, “Lynyrd Skynyrd died.”

I’m not sure either my mother or I knew exactly what that meant, so we went on to bed.  When we questioned my brother the next morning, he barely remembered the phone call.

But it stuck in my memory, all these years — the day Lynyrd Skynyrd died.

Uptown girl

When we were young, my sister and I spent many a fun-filled afternoon playing “camping” with our Barbie dolls — and our brother’s GI Joe action figures — in our family’s formal living room.

(Other than Christmas, it was the best use of that room.)

The green carpet was obviously the grassy forest floor. We used Kleenex as sleeping bags. And Dr. Seuss books tilted open were the perfect tents. Plus, GI Joe had a jeep, so there were lots of four wheelin’ and other shenanigans.

Those were simpler times. Barbie wanted simpler things.

Today’s doll?

barbie camping

Embarrassing.

Will it go round…

I know today is National Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Day. I pay my respects and send my love.

But for lunch today, I had the good fortune to have a popcorn ball.

popcorn balls It was part of a popcorn-themed gift basket that my brother and sister-in-law generously gave me for my birthday.  I fully expected to find different flavors of popcorn in the box, but the popcorn balls were a sweet, sweet surprise. Our family used to make them from scratch for Halloween when I was a kid.  I have burned my hands many a time shaping those popcorn balls.

Good times.

I just did a quick Google search — there is a National Popcorn Day in January, but no individual celebration for the popcorn ball itself.

Oughta be a law.

 

Make it so

I am in Kentucky this week to celebrate the holiday, visiting with my brothers and sister and their families.

I am staying at my oldest brother’s house.  When I a little kid, I wanted to be like Kent…so I copied him when it suited me.

A prime example?

He loved Star Trek, so I loved Star Trek…still do.  Even boycotted Star Wars when it was released way back when ’cause he did.

Wonder if he will find this as amusing as I do?

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oiSn2JuDQSc&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DoiSn2JuDQSc#t=119

What’s in a name? Shiny stuff

I have always liked my oldest brother’s name —

Kent

It’s strong.  One syllable.  And you don’t hear it coming and going.

But when I think about my brother and imagine him personified as an inanimate object, I have to admit this never even cracked the Top 50.

kent-vase.jpg

Kent Vase, CB2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You’re way burlier than this, big bro.

Smile!

A good friend’s son recently announced on Facebook that he was getting braces.

His status updates on the big event were a countdown of sorts, beginning the day before, then that morning.  After the orthodontist had done the deed, he posted, “Four hours down, 21 months to go.”

Oh, how I know that feeling.

I had braces, too.  In fact, my mother had three kids in braces (and would have had four if my oldest brother hadn’t conveniently knocked out his front teeth in a bicycle accident and required more drastic measures).

Of all the gifts my mother gave me in life — and there were too many to list here — I look back on those two years in braces with much love and gratitude.  I know they were costly, especially multiplied by three.  But what an investment they were for our future health and happiness.

Plus, since the orthodontist was in Paducah, Kentucky — a 30-minute drive from my hometown — the monthly check-ups meant missing a half-day of school.  Oh, how I loved those trips with Mom!  We’d get the dental appointment out of the way, then go shopping or eat.

And she’d always made sure there was a treat I could eat (since so much was nixed by my mouth full of metal).

So, I hope my friend can appreciate his time ‘under the wire.’  Thanks to my mom, it put the smile on my face.