Melodic Memories

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I remember telling my cousin Ron about several memories that I had which seemed to lack any clear context–yet they continued to float around in my mind.

He chuckled and said, “I have those too, I call them ‘cryptic memories’.”

And so…

This post contains several ‘cryptic memories’ that may or may not have happened on the same day–though I presented them as if they did.

And, since I’m a music lover, each memory (event) is closely tied to a song from my early childhood years.

I hope you enjoy this quick exercise in dreamy quasi-stream of consciousness.

 🙂 🙂 🙂

Bus driver, please look for me

‘Cause I couldn’t bear to see what I might see

I’m really still in prison and my love, she holds the key

A simple yellow ribbon’s what I need to set me free

I wrote and told her please…

Tie a yellow ribbon ’round the old oak tree…”

 Tony Orlando and Dawn begin to fade as beautiful voices harmonize,

“WBBQ…Augusta.”

It’s 6:00am.

Mama comes in and wraps me in a blanket to keep me warm while we drive Daddy to work.

As we arrive at Nixon (Railroad) Yard, I can’t help noticing a shadowy locomotive sitting stern but proud in the distance.

His headlight shone straight and strong-never faltering…not even a flicker.

Daddy interrupts my gaze with, “See you later Doola Bug!”

He gives me a kiss, gets out of the car, and waves goodbye…

No need for sad farewells.

He’ll return tomorrow.

Mama takes the wheel and turns on the radio.

“Sun, sun, sun….Here it comes!”

“Sun, sun, sun….Here it comes!”

I love this song!

George makes me happy.

So does my pink jewelry box.

Why?

Because whenever I open it, a graceful ballerina offers an eternal pirouette to

“Somewhere my love there will be songs to sing…”

Her elegant dance is so joyful.

Later that day, Mama takes me to the store.

I glide down the toy aisle mouthing:

“Everything is beautiful…in it’s own way…”

Life is good!

Alas, the day has come to a close.

At home I settle back into bed.

Mama’s still up folding clothes.

Lawrence Welk’s soothing lullaby plays in the background.

Good night, sleep tight and pleasant dreams to you

Here’s a wish and a prayer that every dream comes true

And now ’til we meet again

Adios, au revoir, auf wiedersehen

Good Night!

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !!!

Do you have any ‘cryptic memories’ to share?  I’d love to chat about them 🙂

Until then, have a magnificent week!

Love and light to you all!

Lady G 😘💋

70 thoughts on “Melodic Memories

  1. Hey Lady G! It is interesting the way memories float in our minds. I have heard my mother tell a story recently that she told differently years ago – because her perspective and needs have changed. What we remember tells us more about the present than it does about the past. It’s almost like we update our memories as we grow, so our memories are not set in stone (this is a problem in criminal cases). I would be interested in how you would re-tell this memory a year from now, and how you would’ve told it a year ago ☺ This is a great exercise!

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    1. Thanks D!
      I’ve always been fascinated with memories. The ones that I mentioned here did not all ‘go’ in the sequence that I told them–though some of them did.
      I just decided to string together pieces of faint memories to make them more interesting 🙂
      I think I’d tell it similarly in a year or so but it would be more interesting to see how I tell it in 2o years or so.
      Thanks for stopping by, love 🙂

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  2. I know I’m late in the chat, but I had the same ballerina box too! Remember how fun it was to collect little treasures to put in it? I must have had a dozen friendship bracelets, those hearts that broke apart and said “best friends,” I’m sure a few baseball cards I stole from my brother, and those tiny plastic ball hair ties. Thanks for the memories 🙂

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    1. Sorry Ellie:
      I just saw this love,
      It seems that so many of us had that jewelry box! It was really awesome.
      Only thing is, I had but one pair of earrings and I was wearing them at the time! LOL!!
      No jewelry for my jewelry box! LOL!!!
      Thanks for stopping by 💞

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    1. Hi Faith 🙂
      Thanks for sharing that sweet story, I love the fact that you were able to have some little piece of joy while you were recovering.
      I’m finding that quite a few of us girls had that same little jewellry box!
      I loved that thing. I’d wind it up and watch our dear ballerina pirouette -again and again!

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  3. Tony Orlando and Dawn, Lawrence Welk….Lady G it’s like you managed to encapsulate my childhood right there. I can remember watching Tony’s variety show and every Saturday we would visit my grandparents and then we would watch the Welk show. Thanks for the pleasant walk down Memory Lane.

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        1. I think that a comment I made on your blog might have gone to spam.
          I’ve had several bloggers recently tell me, ” Yeah, I’m sorry, but I just found this comment in my spam. ”
          Uggghhhh!!!LOL.

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  4. awesomeness you are, I had the same music box (I think many of us did), a lot of my memories also centered around music and scent if you can believe that, the smell of the drug store at christmas picking out a gift for my teacher, the colorful bath round balls that you put in to relax, I remember those, eye height, as if they were gearing small girls to buy them for mama or something. Love these posts Lady G ❤

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    1. YAAAASSS! Smells!
      I get that! I loved those stores!
      For me it was FW Woolworth.
      I remember the excitement of going there.
      Kim, I could just imagine a little you there on your tippy toes looking at and smelling those bath beads ✨✨✨

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      1. ha, laughing remembering, they actually had it at knee level, which was great, although I don’t know how much the teachers “really” appreciated our endeavors to make them happy ❤ we had Woolworth too, my grandmother worked cooking in one for years, lots of excellent smells there, and of course, lovely hot chocolatey sundaes with whipped cream and a cherry, sometimes two, and chopped nuts….mmmm…..

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  5. One of mine is remembering hearing “Too Busy Thinking About My Baby” by Marvin Gaye in our house when I was very young. It had to be from the radio, but I can’t remember the station; and I could find no trace of the 45 or the LP it was on in the house. We were living then in a very small village, even smaller than the town I grew up in. I seem to remember lying in bed when I heard the song…and that’s about all I can remember. It’s of a piece with the “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” by Otis Redding that I remember as the first song I ever heard.

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    1. I love this Twin!
      I knew that music was a major component in your memories too!
      I love how you’ve shared about that over at “The process.”
      Everybody knows that A joyful process is my home away from home. 💞

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  6. loooove this! both your post as well as Ron’s name for them 🙂

    they’re like bits of ash or fall leaves floating about – especially think of them in terms of people. for instance, a family member might bring back an image of when we were kids, over & over again…

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  7. Interesting pondering her Gwin. I have plenty of these cryptic memories. Just two that I’d like to share: Me sitting at the window as a child watching my father walking in the rain, coming home from work and that old song of Tom Jones – “Green green grass of home” playing on the radio – that’s such a cosy memory for me. The second is one of my mother taking my brother and I Christmas shopping. This was one of the few occasions we went shopping for clothes. On the first such occasion, I couldn’t wait for morning and at 6 a.m. the radio was playing “Sailing” by Rod Stewart. I can hear my childhood representation of the song and feel the excitement of that day.

    Btw, I like that you use the word pirouette 😀-
    I still have an old jewellery box with some scraps in it which my daughter was fiddling with the other day. Though the ballerina is missing, she discovered that winding the key still worked and we listened to a piece of that jewellery box music. I’m convinced that our brain is like a chest of many draws and a smell, a piece of music, a cryptic piece of conversation, the sound of a steam train – can pull out memories you didn’t even know you had. Shall I leave you with Sailing? 💞

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    1. OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chevvy were you and I separated at birth????! I have the fondest memories of Tom Jones: “Green green grass of home”. I love rain falling down the window pain. Those two things equal ecstacy for me.
      I love Rod Stewart singing ‘Sailing’.
      I have a music jewellery box which is yeaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrssssssssssss old which I still hold fond memories of and every so often I look at it and hear it in my mind’s eye …
      Thanks for ‘opening that drawer’ for me, and Lady G thanks for blogging about your memories. xx

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      1. Hahaha! who knows Marie. Funny, I remember being on the train in London and feeling a sense of de ja vu. It was something about smells and the red telephone booths and the terracotta chimney caps that made me think of my childhood. Glad you can relate.
        For those who don’t know the Green green grass of home, here it is: Pardon us Lady G. 😀

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        1. Aww Chevvy, I am right back there again, a child on school summer holiday stretching into the distance (mum and dad at work) and long hot summer days (at least it seemed that way) with lots of promise… and Tom singing on the radio … ‘yes they’ll all come to meet me …’ ‘…and lips like cherries’ Hey am I making that up??! (Haven’t listened to the song again yet:)) Did I tell you my pet name was Cherry? 🙂
          Thanks for the memory ….
          Hey I walk around in London remembering smells …

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        2. Oh I’m glad that this stirred good memories. Yes the song does say “lips as sweet a Cherry” so you are in luck once again or is it a wink?😀 Well thanks to Lady G and Lady M for this travel down Nostalgia lane😀

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    2. How in the heck did this pass me by!
      Forgive me Chevvy.
      What’s funny is that when you said “sailing” I thought you were talking about Christopher Cross but then I thought, “No that’s too recent–these are cryptic memories.”
      I’ve never heard this one from Rod before–thanks for the intro!

      And GIRL, I love the mention of Tom Jones! Girl my mother and Godmother used to love that man. He was like a Welsh soul brother! Didn’t he sometimes gyrate on stage? LOL!!!

      But above all else, I love the way you reminisced about seeing your Dad walking. That is exactly what I’m talking about in this post; these are memories that we might not have any full context for –only snippets.

      I can always depend on you to feel me! 💋

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  8. Love this! My sister had a similar ballerina jewelry box that just got creepy when the battery got low. And I remember hearing a lot of Prince, Tracy Chapman and Ray Charles when my granny had her Crown Royal on the weekends 🙂

    Thanks for sharing 😉

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  9. Tareau Barron

    Wow that was a great trip. When you said that the locomotive was sitting proudly, it reminded me of Thomas and Friends. I wonder if the Bishop driver acknowledged the person who was lost in their love?? I wouldn’t have. I would of splashed them. Hahahahahahahaha. Nonetheless, I love the part where your dad gives you a kiss and you say there’s no need to say goodbye or farewell because he’ll return later. Man trains are so cool though. Great story

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    1. Aww.. See here Tareau!
      I loved your comment.
      You ALWAYS keep laughing.
      Up there talking bout “I would have splashed them”😂
      Honestly, when you mentioned the locomotive, I thought you were gonna ask me what model or make it was!!! LOL!!
      I was all prepared to call my Daddy to ask him 😉
      I pray that you and your babies are well.
      I’m still thinking about Rayquan’s cute little toes!!!
      I’ll be by your way shortly!!
      I’ve gotta catch up. 😘

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  10. Childhood memories (good ones!) are so precious. Hold on to them whether that’s the way it went or not. I so envy people with those happy memories. You are blessed to have them. Thank you for sharing Lady G! 🙂
    ps. I had a jewellery box with a ballerina – I might have been about 6 or 7. I loved to see her twirling and I still think fondly of it ’til this day. 🙂

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    1. The lovely Lady M! Thank you for stopping by! Yes, these are precious memories.
      Naturally, I have some memories that are not so good but I’m glad that the good memories are more prominent 💞

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      1. You are such a balanced lady! I love the way you concentrated on the good memories, and I’m warmed to the fact that you mentioned ‘not so good memories’ and that is not because I want you to have those, but it makes me appreciate your post even more, because you know that you have to take the rough with the smooth and you prefer to dwell on positivity rather than negativity, which is a great lesson for us all. Ever the teacher/mentor Lady/Queen G! x

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        1. Thank you my sweet!
          I appreciate that 🙂
          Honestly, the phrasing “not so good memories” is understated.
          I’ve experienced some tragic events that have stayed with me—they seem to lurk just beneath the surface.
          One day I may write about them just to illustrate some of that balance that you so kindly mentioned.
          Truth be told, I just don’t like going too far into that realm because those things aren’t really aligned with the purpose of my blog.
          But, who knows, maybe I will find a way to address them without running everybody off! LOL!!!
          I wub you to pieces Lady M!
          Pleasant dreams!

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        2. I’m also in wub with you Lady G!! :))) I do have the vaguest hint of a memory that you said something to that effect in an earlier post about not dwelling too much on the past. So you are true to your word. My sweet, if we were to know the stories of the people who come here on wordpress, we would most likely weep non-stop. But as you say, you might write about those ‘tragic events’ to balance out things, and I for one would definitely not be ‘running off’!
          By all means, when you are ready, introduce us to the ‘see-saw’ of your life: it can only add to the rich tapestry you started weaving when you started your blog. We are all blessed to know what makes Lady G tick. I sound like I’m preaching here (can I hear an ‘Amen’!!! Tareau? lol), but life isn’t all haha hehe, people know that, so don’t be scared to tell us about the not so good parts too.
          Wub you even mo’ …

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        3. Hello Lady M!
          Sorry for the delay, love.
          Rest assured that I am currently devising a way to work that balancing act while staying within the scope of my blog.
          Girl, there is a way and I plan to find it!
          LOL!!!
          YAAASSSS!

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        4. Lady G I will not have you apologise for anything! All in good time, all in good time, my dear. When the time is right, the words will come.
          You don’t need to plan, the way will present itself, and when it does, you good to go giiirrrrllllllll!
          YAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! :)))

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        5. Marie, as the old folks say, “You are good for whatever ails you!”
          In other words, as I’ve told you before, you are like a healing tonic!
          YAAASSSS!
          I truly appreciate your support 🙂

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