Backwards – Song #29
Tag: Memories
Let It Be – Song #12
Time to be honest. Who watched Sesame Street when they were young? Better yet, who watched it in the 70’s when I did? If so, then good chance you remember certain songs from back then about certain letters of the alphabet. If I heard any of them now I’d be able to sing them word for word. Occasionally, they had a well-known song altered just a hair to focus on a certain letter. You now get the chance to guess which letter this song was used for.
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Click the song below to listen as you read.
Song (n)
– A piece of music, usually employing a verbal text, composed for the voice, esp one intended for performance by a soloist
– A short poem or other set of words set to music or meant to be sung.
– The act or art of singing
I’m sorry, but my definition of ‘song’ is simple. A song is a M.U.S.T.
Looking at the Past Because of the Present – #2
I bet you’ve had something take place fairly recently that got you to think of a certain time period that took place in your past.
A few weeks back I shared how that had happened to me when I had fallen during my routine run. Because of that fall, I now know that collarbone is one word. Also, if you fall just right, the collarbone can break up into two or, like in my case, more than two places. I bet you are like me, wishing you didn’t have to learn facts such as these the hard way.
Mom’s Best Gift
Happy Mother’s Day !
This Mother’s day is one of many that I pull out a certain photo album my mother gave me many years ago for Christmas. Being a mother of four myself, I was thankful my parents lived not even 8 minutes away. Seeing them often was a must, along with exchanging Christmas gifts. Continue reading “Mom’s Best Gift”
My ‘No WAY Do I Wanna Forget’ Summer
My last posting’s title was The ‘I’d Like To Forget’ Summer Continues. Let me explain why that title had done a total turn around being it became one I never want to forget.
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At eighteen, I was having a long, boring, fewer-friends summer right after graduation. (1*) That was the main reason I accepted the invite from my friend Willma to go to a Christian camp the first part of September. The second reason was to hopefully start understanding what all this ‘born again’ and ‘saved’ stuff meant.
A full-day bus drive from western Washington to Montana, filled with twenty or so college-aged folks.
