Music initiates Creative-relevancies
Funny how music
initiates Creativity-insertions
Favorite Tennessee Waltz inspires conversions
I
was waltzing with my Darling to the Tennessee Waltz
when
an old friend I happened to see;
I introduced him to my Loved-one and while
they were
waltzing,
my friend stole my Sweetheart from me…
In that
enigmatic-civility flowed “dangerous”-fate
Un-anticipated
consequence born of Love-hate
Choices determine
conclusion, even those un-seen
Reactions determine
outcome hoped “sparkling”-clean
In that tiny
space between the ears of fellow-man kind
Challenges to Truth!-presented often tempted-find
Process events
with ever deliberate consternation-skill
Choose wisely-Cool in Truth-conclusion stone
grist-mill
One day too soon
will come thy honor Judgment-Day
Alone in
light-of-Life chosen hear eternal Reward-Say
Careful in: Thought! Word! Deed! Espoused bellicose
“Big-wheel”? Be Cool! Or might reap “hell-dose”!
Keep first in
humble mind simple mind-retort be
“None of my business
is what others think of me!”
And, in the
challenge, if the find so, caution exercise
To guarantee a
smile: Speak Truth! Voice “No”-lies
And, if they
“good-intent” turns vile-result in rabid-bite
Wave “Sweet
Good-bye!” To lost lovely-vision sight
Hum-soft melody
sweet-tune though vile seem sad-result
Capricious
whisper-wind echoes Truth!
Absent---Fault!
I
remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
Now
I know just how much I have lost
Yes!
I lost my little Darling the night
They
were playing the beautiful
Tennessee
Waltz.
Plus:
Day 255
Grandma?---NO!
It’s Granny?...Oh! No! It’s Nanny!
Grandpa?---No!
It’s Granddaddy?...Oh! No! It’s Bapa!
I
was in my 39th year when we learned that our title would soon be: Grandparents!
Lady
Candice & I were overjoyed; it was the highlight of that year and many
more.
When
“our” boy made his appearance, we needed “names” for him to address us by.
Candy’s
seemed easy enough: Granny! A
reflection of my own dear, sweet Granny.
I
considered Grandfather, but found
that moniker too formal; Z. Tyler solved it.
His
Mom, our daughter, Catherine Elizabeth (Beth) often called me “Pappa”; to a
little boy’s curious ears, that endearing salutation registered as “Bapa”! What
a delicious choice! I’m proud!
That
little guy and I became fast-friends, right-off. He became my “shadow-buddy for
sixteen years and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. We “grew-up”
together---well, at least he did!
By
the time he was six years old, we had been to the Bahamas and crossed the
U.S.A. twice.
When
he was in school (elementary & High School) I would go get him after noon
lunch and take him to play golf; I let him drive the cart. (By age 12, Z. Tyler
had learned to drive my red Ranger pick-up truck! Hmm!) We went to Cardinal
baseball afternoon games, too. Our time in Oregon found us playing ball in the
street and often going to the driving range.
Z.
didn’t care what we did, he joined in and made any event a wonderful adventure.
At
the antiques malls, he would take off and find “Depression”-glass for his Nanny
and marbles for his “Bapa”; with mission-accomplished, he went off to search
out hockey cards. That boy must have a card collection of tens of thousands of (mostly)
hockey and baseball cards.
Each
month he got a magazine called “Beckett’s” with hockey card values in it. He
absolutely loved Mario Lemieux. That players “rookie” card soared in value and
Z.Tyler wanted one.
We
visited the “Dugout” sports-card store one fine day; I bought him that card for
$400.00!
There
were two versions of the rookie card---I got the “cheap” one…at the “premium”
price!
On
the way home, Z. sat in the back seat looking at his new prize and his
“Beckett”-book.
Suddenly,
he said, “Boy! Did you ever get taken!”
The
clerk who was the Dugout owner’s wife had “inadvertently” sold me the wrong
card!?
That
night, we took it back and talked to the owner; he gave us our money back.
Hmm!
Live and learn! God! I sure hope so!
You
know, I have to ask the Z-man if he ever got that rookie card---and…what it’s
worth!
Love you more
than life! Z. Tyler!
Always have!
Always will!
The same for
Lexi, Lauren and Anna Marie!
Love, forever
& always! Nanny & Bapa
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “If I grow up, I wanna be
just like you!” Memories!
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