Day: 07/06/2017

SINGING AND DANCING AT THE GREAT BIG BIRTHDAY PARTY

/ Marilyn Armstrong / 12 Comments

Yankee Doodle Dandy

We watched “Yankee Doodle Dandy” tonight. Again. This is a movie that I have watched several hundred times. They used to play it on “Million Dollar Movie” on channel 9 in New York, where I grew up.

“Million Dollar Movie” played one movie a week. It played the same movie all day every day for seven days — often horribly mutilated to make room for the advertisements –and if I happened to be home sick from school, I watched that movie all the time. They played “Yankee Doodle Dandy” often and it seemed to coincide with incidences of tonsillitis, one of my primary reasons for being out of school. I learned the songs. The dances. I know all the words not only from the songs, but from the entire script.

I love it. I still love it. Garry loves it. This despite the fact that we cannot figure out why it wasn’t made in color since it is so obviously a movie that ought to be in color — but I digress. At the end of the movie tonight, Garry commented that “All young movie makers should be required to watch this movie.”

In many ways, it is perfect. If this can’t get a little American fervor running through your veins, nothing will. This despite the current pathetic condition of America’s politics and elected officials. It still makes me sit up, smile, and sing along. I love the piccolo solos and the singing and the flag waving. It reminds me that I really am American. Born here, raised here. Went away, but came back because this is my home and I belong here. However awful it is these days, it simply has to get better. I demand it get better! I am horrified by this version of America and I want it to go away.

It’s the 6th of July again and the fireworks are over. Boom, bang, and back to reality.

When we lived in Boston, we got to see the fireworks live and hear the concert from our balcony where we lived. I know all the dog owners are dyspeptic about the fireworks and I understand, but I can’t help it. I like fireworks. Shoot me down, but I love the bang and the flash and the giant flowers in the sky. I always have. Back in New York, it was a mile walk to the park and we walked it. And back because the roads were a parking lot and there was nowhere to park even if you did manage to get there.

We would lie flat on the ground and watch the sky light up.

BostonFireworks2013

We watched Boston’s show last night on Bloomberg. David Mugar is no long sponsoring the fireworks and none of the TV stations had the money to cover the show. Bloomberg stepped in and took over sponsorship. I’ve never bothered to watch Bloomberg before. It was strange not to be watching it on NBC or CBS, but it was the same great show. Now only does the Boston Pops play one rousing version of the 1812 Overture, but the guys from the Army drop by and shoot off the artillery. It has got to be the loudest concert in history.

Now today was movie time.

We watched again as James Cagney dances down the steps in the White House. We always replay it half a dozen times. Can’t get enough of it. In case you feel the same way, I’ve included it so you can replay it as many times as you want. Happy Birthday to US!

This is the beginning of American autonomy, when we stepped off the sidelines and entered the mainstream of the world’s history and politics. Let’s hope we remember that what we do matters, not only to us, but to the entire world. We aren’t a little colony anymore. We’ve moved up to “the Bigs.” We need to really make America great.

Really great. Again.

SHARING THE WORLD, ONE MORE ROUND

/ Marilyn Armstrong / 28 Comments
Share Your World – July 3, 2017

For your main meal do you prefer sweet and sour, hot and spicy, spicy and sweet, bitter, salty, bland or other?

I’ll eat anything except anchovies, olives and anything else that’s both slimy, fishy, and salty.

Barbecue in the yard

 

What I eat depends on what I’ve got in the house to cook and my mood. Today, because it’s burn and blow’em up day, it’s going to be charcoal broiled meat, probably overcooked.

Where do you hide junk when people come over?

I no longer have junk to hide. Garry, on the other hand …

What daily habit would you like to introduce to your life?

I wish I had something to contribute here, but really, I don’t. I’m okay with life. Short of health returning — the miracle for which I wait — life’s pretty good. Mostly. On the whole.

If you were to perform in the circus, what would you do?  

I would have to be a flying trapeze performer. It was up there with cowboy and ballerina for my first professional choices. For what I think are obvious reasons, this is not likely to happen.

It was never likely to have happened at any time in my life, but when I was a wee one, I dreamed of flying from one trapeze to another. I think the magic word was “flying.” I still dream of flying, though sometimes, I also dream of falling.

WHAT FAMILY DOESN’T HAVE ITS UPS AND DOWNS? – GARRY ARMSTRONG

/ Garry Armstrong / 6 Comments

“What family doesn’t have its ups and downs?” – Eleanor of Aquitaine, “The Lion In Winter” (1968)

Family!

We are in the midst of dealing with our respective families. It’s difficult and challenging. We love them all, but brokering these situations often leaves us in “loud conversation” with each other. Which is not fair. It isn’t even our drama.

Dublin, September 1990

We don’t have Mom and Dad, Gramps or Gramma, Uncles or Aunts to consult for help. We’re it!

I look at the old photos of my family from long, long ago. I wonder how they dealt with these things. They look so young and carefree. I know things were not always easy for them as my brothers and I grew up. I still recall “loud conversations” between Mom and Dad.

1990 in Ireland

1990 in Ireland

I used to wonder why they didn’t resolve things easily, like they did on those family TV shows that were forever playing while we were growing up? You know, where father definitely knew best and Ozzie was always home to deal with the family crises. I once even asked my Mom why our house wasn’t like Donna Reed’s home. You can guess how she answered me.

Why didn’t the clock stop for Marilyn and me when we were younger and healthier with some of those beloved family members still around to help us deal with stuff.

Silly and naïve, I know. We’re the “old people” now. Family begins with us. It’s disconcerting.