A while back, my scanner stopped getting along with my iMac, so it hooked up with its old friend the PC again. Earlier, I went into the room where the PC resides to find and scan a photo for today’s entry. But as I was looking through a stack of pictures, I glanced toward the computer table and saw this:
Sun on scarlet ribbons.
It made me think about my mother’s old Harry Belafonte album. I loved to hear her and Debby sing along to it, and my favorite from that album was “Scarlet Ribbons.”
Sound technology is a wonderful thing, but some of us of a certain age can be transported to another time just hearing the snap, crackle, and pop of a needle on vinyl.
Today you’re welcome to time travel with me to imagine my sister’s pure soprano and my mother’s deeper tones accompanying the beautiful voice of Mr. Belafonte.
P.S. to my writing partners: You see how this kind of influence in my youth led to those “saccharine” endings? And who was it who said that, anyway?
Way to make me cry!! (thanks for the trip) Sometimes remembering the past is bittersweet.
You’re welcome. I love to make people cry. 😉 And you’re right about the bittersweet.
That’s a beautiful photo!!
Thanks, Gary. =)
At age 35 and moving full steam ahead with legacy writing which I’m loving, I think you are nearing the point for undertaking a memoir in the McKenny, MacDonald or Gilbreth manner.
Thanks! (Then again, I’m giving it all away right here!)
Think of it as practice for putting all the stories together with continuity.
Three-hundred-sixty-five days of practice. What have I gotten myself into?