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SLS – Save the Last Dance for Me

Jim has been taking us on a musical tour of body parts lately. This week is no different with the inspiration being Arms/Elbows/Knees/Legs.

The song I chose, “Save the Last Dance for Me” always played as the last song of the night at school dances. I loved school dances so much. (Do kids still have school dances?) The idea of saving the last dance of the night for the special person you would be going home with was always such a romantic notion to me.

The song was written by Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman, released by The Drifters with Ben E. King as lead vocal in 1960.  According to Wikipedia, the song was originally considered to be the B side until Dick Clark considered it the better song and played the flip side.

I looked up an old article online on the New York Times. In a book review of “Lonely Avenue” by  Alan Wright in 2007,  the following is revealed:

The crowning achievement was the Drifters’ sublime “Save the Last Dance for Me.” In a story straight out of Hollywood, Pomus actually wrote the lyrics on the back of an invitation to his own wedding, remembering how it felt to watch his bride dance with his brother, knowing that he himself was unable to navigate a dance floor. “Under his pen,” Halberstadt writes, “the simple declaration of love he set out to write wavered, giving way to vulnerability and fear.”

Source: NYTimes.com, This Magic Moment, March 25, 2007

What a great love story.

Lyrics from SongFacts.com

You can dance
Every dance with the guy who gives you the eyeet him hold you tight
You can smile
Every smile for the man who held your hand ‘neath the pale moonlight

But don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darlin’
Save the last dance for me, hmm

Oh, I know (oh, I know)
That the music’s fine like sparkling wine go and have your fun (yes, I know)
Laugh and sing (oh, I know)
But while we’re apart don’t give your heart to anyone (yes, I know)

But don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darlin’
Save the last dance for me, hmm

Baby, don’t you know I love you so?
Can’t you feel it when we touch?
I will never, never let you go
I love you, oh-so much

You can dance (you can dance)
Go and carry on till the night is gone and it’s time to go (you can dance)
If he asks (you can dance)
If you’re all alone, an he take you home, you must tell him no (you can dance)

‘Cause don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arm’s you’re gonna be
So darlin’
Save the last dance for me

‘Cause don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arm’s you’re gonna be
So darlin’
Save the last dance for me, hmm

Save the last dance for me, mmm-hmm
Save the last dance for me
Mmm-hmm, save


Rules and ping back to Jim’s SLS post.

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Grandchildren

Yesterday we made an impromptu trip to see our grandchildren. Our grandson has a birthday coming up and we wanted to see him and spend a little time celebrating this momentous occasion.

We decided to go early so we could run by Ikea. Since it is a two hour drive from us, we usually only go there when we go to see family. Yesterday we wanted a few small things (kitchen brushes, kitchen towels, squeegees) but we also wanted to pick up a bathroom vanity. In a very traditional market, it is hard to find more contemporary looking designs in the big box stores.

The prior owners of this contemporary looking house chose French provincial bathroom vanities for the two guest bathrooms. They look oddly out of place and are very impractical for guests. We found what we wanted at Ikea, but hubby failed to take one measurement so we worried about making the purchase and then face repacking and returning if it did not fit. So, the purchase will wait until our next trip to see our family.

Our grandson did not know we were coming and he was very excited. His sister, unfortunately, was in bed, sick from a lingering bug. We had a delightful visit. He was excited for his presents and the pizza and cupcakes planned for his evening meal. He is starting to come out of his shyness as he matures, so it is fun to just talk to him.

We were talking about school over dinner. His dad suggested he talk to his teacher to see if he could bring snacks for his class on Friday in celebration of his birthday. A few minutes later he told me he could not wait to go to school tomorrow. I said, “Why are you excited? Because you get to ask about bringing snacks on Friday?” He looked at me, smiled and replied, “No, because of math!” Not an answer I ever expected! I am so thankful he likes his school.

I spent a little time upstairs with his sister, but it was not the visit we had hoped for. She was sick to her stomach. We left around 7:00 pm to head home. On the drive I was texting my granddaughter and we played interactive games through texting. I felt bad for her. Today I will go and and get her a small get-well-gift to cheer her up.

The whole family is recovering from colds and this morning I am feeling a little ‘off’. I am increasing my orange juice intake in an effort to ward off a cold. It was worth the risk, though. It was a great visit.

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1LinerWeds – Sunset

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“And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done,
yet I would remember that once I saw the dragons
aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles;
and I would be content.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Farthest Shore

Last night I was holding the ladder for my husband while he put Christmas lights along the front of the house. He came down from his viewpoint and pointed to the sky and simply said “look”. It was a magical moment that may never come again.


Many thanks to Linda Hill for hosting One Liner Wednesday every week like clockwork. If you want to join in the fun, rules and posts by participants are here.

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The End Of The Road ~ My Six Week Follow Up

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A new installment to my daughter’s blog about her hysterectomy. Now she moves back into living a normal and fulfilling life. I am so thankful!

My Unbelievable Journey To An Inevitable Hysterectomy

First of all, let me apologize for taking SO long to write this final chapter of my hysterectomy recovery. I’ve been very busy — well — enjoying my life! For those of you still on the fence about whether or not to get your hysterectomy, I sit here today nearly three months later a brand new person. I am telling you to GO FOR IT. My quality of life has never been better.

The other day I was digging through my purse and stumbled upon a pantie liner wrapped neatly in its blue packaging. I grabbed it and pulled it out and said out loud: “What in the world are YOU doing here?” I had a stowaway in a hidden pocket in my purse. It felt good to know that this tiny little product would no longer be necessary in my life.

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Kid Fears

I had a realization this morning and it is complicated. I will try to work my way around to it. Possible triggers ahead.

Amy Ray of the Indigo Girls wrote the song Kid Fears and it is a gut-wrenching favorite of mine. I saw in several places online (but could not find a direct source of the information to adequately credit) that the song was written about the fears of young girls that suffered some type of abuse, sexually, physically, emotionally or simply fears of the unknown. It is a powerful song.

There are a number of contemporary music artists who have written about childhood fears. Perhaps those songs come from the hearts of a generation of children raised in fear. We only know what they share.

I have someone (a young someone) in my life who has expressed fears to me. It is heartbreaking to hear. Young people seem to carry so much fear. Fear of hate, fear of evil, fear of being shot in school, fear of Satan…you name it. We are raising a generation of children who spend a majority of their life isolated searching for a place they feel safe.

In a conversation with my daughter this morning, I realized the only fear I felt as a child came from what I thought I heard in church. Sin was preached from the beginning and I grew up thinking I could never be good enough. Even though I knew there was forgiveness, thinking about trying to live a perfect life set expectations for a standard I could never achieve.

When my first marriage started to break down, I remember going to my minister for advice. My husband had abandoned me and our daughter. He was gone, out of state, with no way to reach him. I was told that marriage was made in heaven and I should just wait until he grew up and he would come back to me. I discussed with my father afterward. He paused, looked me in the eye and asked, “What if your marriage was made in hell?” It was at that moment I decided my daughter and I deserved better. I never looked back.

I do not like to discuss religion or politics on my blog. I consider myself a Christian, although I do not subscribe to many of organized religion’s doctrines. I was taught of a “jealous God and an angry God” and now, reflecting on my life, I choose to believe in a “loving God”.

I grew up in the mountains. We had rattlesnakes and copperheads and bears but none of those made me fearful. It was the underlying fear of making mistakes that established the early path for my life. There is one particular Bible verse that I wrestled with as a child and here I am 65 years old and my emotional child memory still has fear around it.

There are so many valid fears for children and as parents, grandparents, and trusted advisors, I hope we are doing our best to provide a safe place for children to express those fears and hope we provide comfort and reassurance as much as we possibly can.

How do we find a way to raise children in a space of joy while teaching the reality of life without imposing fear? The worst heartbreak for me, are those children who live in fear in their own homes. Many of my adult friends lived that life and I can only imagine what that must have been like.

I always appreciate thoughtful comments and sharing on my blog. I value your experiences and dialogue but I will not discuss the right or wrong of anyone’s personal religious convictions. We are powerful in our differences.

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Song Lyric Sunday – The Very Thought of You

It is always a personal quest to respond to the song topics that Jim Adams provides every week. This week is no different. The suggestion is to make the song face related using Chin/Ears/Eyes/Face/Mouth/Nose as starting points. Jim has also asked us to stretch ourselves a little and talk a little more about why we chose the song.

This week was an easy choice for me. There were several possibilities of course, but to me, “The Very Thought of You” was really the only choice. What a lyrically evocative song and the musical score is just as evocative. It is a beautiful love song and fits perfectly with today’s topic.

Jim’s mention of symmetry Vs. beauty being in the eye of the beholder, made these lines stand out:

I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above

The lyrics and music were both written by the legendary Ray Noble. It was first recorded in 1934 by Ray Noble and his Orchestra with vocals by another legend, Al Bowlly. My daughter is a huge Al Bowlly fan, and this version always reminds me of her.

The song has been recorded by an amazing list of wonderful vocal artists over the years. Besides the original recording, one of my favorite recordings was by Nat King Cole.

This version was featured in one of my favorite Thanksgiving movies, “Home for the Holidays”. It is played during the final scene which always makes me cry. I can be a sentimental old fool, and this reflective scene showing all the members of a dysfunctional family finding their own happiness in spite of everything always gets to me. I suppose it reminds me a lot of my parents, too. Reflecting on the life I had with them makes me miss them very much.

There is also a scene in the movie where Charles Durning sings this song, much the same way my dad would often sing in the car. It makes me miss him so much. It starts at 3:55 in this clip below.

Lyrics from Genius.com

“The Very Thought of You”
[Verse 1]
I don’t need your photograph to keep by my bed
Your picture is always in my head
I don’t need your portrait dear, to bring you to mind
For sleeping or waking dear, I find

[Chorus 1]
The very thought of you
And I forget to do
The little ordinary things
That everyone ought to do

[Verse 2]
I’m living in a kind of daydream
And I’m happy as a king
And foolish, though it may seem
Why to me, that’s everything

[Chorus 2]
The mere idea of you
The longing here for you
You’ll never know
How slow the moments go
‘Till I’m near to you

[Verse 3]
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It’s just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love
[Interlude]

[Chorus 2]
The mere idea of you
The longing here for you
You’ll never know
How slow the moments go
‘Till I’m near to you

[Verse 3]
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It’s just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love


Sundays are always magically musical for those reading and participating in this song lyric challenge. If you think you would like to join in, head over to A Unique Title for Me and join in the fun. All the links to this week’s contributions can be found in the comments.