Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Returning to the Valley.


This song is an oldie I raised my children with.
We used to travel a lot and like all families, to keep the mood lively in the car, we would sing all kind of songs. The kids really enjoyed pitching in, so I was one lucky Mama.
One of my favorite was Perry Comos' Hot Diggity Dogitty Boom What you do to me.
It was great because you could act it out and the kids got a kick out of it.

As the miles stretched out, time flew and before we knew it, we were at the next rest stop.
Singing , we would leave one valley after another, see dawn in one and dusk in another. We would leave our smiles behind with the spring and promise to return on our way back.

The valleys changed with the months and driving back through them, was like driving through new places, we had never seen before, in the fall.
I can understand why truckers love their job behind the wheel, because on the road, you leave everything behind and ahead, lies nothing but adventure and the impossible.
You never say goodbye or adieu because the patient Red River Valley will always be waiting your return.
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Being Blonde

A married couple were asleep when the phone rang at 2 in the morning.
The wife (undoubtedly blonde), picked up the phone,
Listened a moment and said 'How should I know,
that's 200 miles from here!' and hung up.
The husband said, 'Who was that?'

The wife said, 'I don't know, some woman
wanting to know if the coast is clear.'
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What did the blonde ask her doctor when he told her she was pregnant?

'Is it mine?'
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Returning home from work, a blonde was
shocked to find her house ransacked and burglarized.

She telephoned the police at once and reported the crime.

The police dispatcher broadcast the call on the radio,
And a K-9 unit, patrolling nearby was the first to respond.
As the K-9 officer approached the house with
his dog on a leash, the blonde ran out on the
porch, shuddered at the sight of the cop and
his dog, then sat down on the steps.

Putting her face in her hands, she moaned,
'I come home to find all my possessions stolen.
I call the police for help, and what do they do?

They send me a BLIND policeman.'

8 comments:

George said...

We enjoyed both of these songs with our kids. Thanks for the memories.
I also enjoyed your blonde stories. Betsy, who is blonde, didn't find them as funny as I did.

A Lady's Life said...

lol Well I am blonde too and I found them funny
I wish the kids would remember all these good times we had they probably do.

Mama Zen said...

I love that song!

Betsy said...

You are SO cute and funny!

A Lady's Life said...

Mama Zen - small minds think alike lol

A Lady's Life said...

Betsy thanks lol I wish my kids were still small I loved being a Mom.

Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Hi Lady's Life - love the Red River Valley song - such a rich voice ..

None of us could sing .. so I don't think singing entered our long car journeys - my father could, but can't remember him being with us for the very long ones and there were many of those!

Thanks for joining my site .. good to meet you - cheers Hilary

A Lady's Life said...

Welcome Hilary - I love to sing. My Mom Dad and I used to sing a lot and my Dad played the guitar.I miss that today because even though my house is full of instruments none of my kids play anything and life just is not as joyous as it was with my parents. We would have camp fires and sing, drives with singing.
So I did that with my kids too but they are all grown up. I hope my oldest sings to his baby daughter now and my youngest has no inclination to get married just yet.lol