I have no idea what to write about. Still not used to this whole blog-writing thing, so please bare with me. So, I will variously ramble....
Crackling. Popping. White noise.
That's what I don't hear. What I hear is my Papa's voice and people laughing. I don't remember what he was saying, but it was making whomever was in the room forget about anything negative even for just a moment. A few years ago I got my hands on the record player console that my Granny and Papa had in their home when I was a wee lad. Along with it, some old records that they owned. A couple years ago I moved away and loaned it to my friend and today I got it back.
Charlie Pride, Conway Twitty, Loretta Lynn, Kitty Wells, Merle Haggard just to name a few. One that stood out was a Hank Williams Sr./Hank Williams Jr Duet album (it had to be Jr's first recording..) that had my Granny's handwriting in the top right hand corner that said "Mr Charlie Johns", my Papa. He is pictured in my previous post and whom I was named after. I dropped the needle down on that album, and all I could think about was him coming home after working 10-12 hours and putting on this record while Granny was in the kitchen frying chicken and mashing potatoes listening to her own Carter Family Gospel tapes.
Still not sure where I'm going with this. I guess whats on my mind is I just simply need to fucking lighten up. Life is alright. I tend to think too fucking much. Pretty sure those thoughts can/should be directed into something more constructive and positive. Its humorous to even imaging Papa writing a blog about his "feelings".
Goddamn it, I like smiling. I like to make other people smile. I know, but fuck you...its my blog. I had a great time this evening. I haven't laughed that much in a while. It was good times with good people. I want/need more of this. And I shall get it. I am giving you full authority to deal out a swift kick to my jingle-jangles if I am not smiling when you see me. That's totally figuratively, not literally of course. Jackass.
On another note..
I have a tremendous amount of appreciation for the value of my close friends. You know who you are. My life is completely enriched because of your presence in it. I have a deep admiration and an unconditional love for you.
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i like the idea of coming home from work, putting on a good album and getting ready to sit down to a good dinner of fried chicken and mashed potatoes. its one of those houses where only company uses the front door, and the rest of the folks enter through the kitchen door. you come in, the screen door creaks, your boots echo on the floor because its one of those houses that has a crawl space under it, your wife greets you with a kiss (hands full of flour from the chicken), you pull out a chair and sit down at the table and take your boots off. "Hey there momma, how was your day?"
ReplyDeletethose are the kinda things i remember when i think about the way things used to be.
I think to a degree, we all want that. That's how my house is sort of shaping up to be (minus the mister coming home cause I ain't gots a mister).
ReplyDeleteThis post brought up some sweet memories of my own family.
Thanks.
Will the circle...be unbroken....
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