Writing 101, Day Three: Commit to a Writing Practice

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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.

 

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