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My Brat Loves Me

MD said, "Can I be done now?"

I said, "You've hardly played."

"I only have one piece."

"Play me 'The Garry Owen'. Or play something you like." She dug out 'The Garry Owen' for me. I like that song. It's a catchy tune and it was one of my dad's favorites. I feel that when she plays it, even though it is fiddle not bugle, it connects us all. I guess MD thought it was catchy too, 'cause she was whistling it later.

Damn these middle age hormones! I'm leaking!

Is "Hot Rod Lincoln" supposed to make one think of grocery shopping with one's mother?

Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright.
We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill

We moved to the Palos Verdes Penninsula the summer before I turned 4. My mother did her shopping at the Commisary at Terminal Island or Fort MacArthur. Getting to either involved driving through San Pedro. There was this one very serpentine-y stretch of hill with a house on it that usually had the front window boarded up because someone had driven through it. I always assume that's Grapevine Hill. It's straightened, now; probably just as well.


Mom/daughter bonding - aw, sweet.

Of course there was the time I told her to make sure her bedroom door would open all the way, "-- so you can escape in case of fire. I'm sorry, I love you."

"Don't be sorry. Just don't do it!"

Motherhood, gotta love it.

My daddy said, "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that hot-rod Lincoln."

I think it's wonderful that the song reminds you of shopping with your mother. Sometimes music is all we have left to connect the generations.

That is such a sweet story. But I am more likely to get "Hall of the Mountain King" played on any availible instrument any day. Ahh, childhood for me.