Sunday, February 19, 2012

Higher than a kite can fly....

Scotch and soda, mud in your eye.
Baby, do I feel high, oh, me, oh, my.
Do I feel high.
Dry martini, jigger of gin.
Oh, what a spell you've got me in, oh, my.
Do I feel high.

People won't believe me.
They'll think that I'm just braggin'.
But I could feel the way I do and still be on the wagon.
All I need is one of your smiles.
Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my.
Do I feel high.

People won't believe me.
They'll think that I'm just braggin'.
But I could feel the way I do and still be on the wagon.
All I need is one of your smiles.
Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my.
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly.
Give me lovin', baby. I feel high.





ahhhhhh love this song... guess it was 1961 and a half.... or could have been 1962 or maybe even 1963... whatever. I was working at Blue Cross Blue Shield in Dallas... I had 'run' away from home and nabbed this job making $325 a month! More money than Rockefeller! ...

I had just finished a job at a restaurant called Ken's Kitchen --- HAHaaaa -- oh, lord ... I quit before they fired me. Ike, the manager would do the cross sign each time I turned in an order which ... good grief you had to learn shorthand for this and that... I was too busy talking with the customers.

My parents had come and fetched me home. I was miserable and said I was to leave again. They wanted me to go to the college my brothers went to... NO ... I wanted to be on my own.

I finally picked something out of the newspaper for a Business College in Dallas. Draughon's Business College... salesman came out and I got signed up! hah

Although I was 18 ... my parents - I've written about them many times - hardshell Methodist minister --- Mother wore dresses and stockings till the day the died at 96 and one half... she died in her recliner.

anyway... this college had sponsor families. I got one. I went holy jeeeeez. I just wanted away from home.

The two daughters treated me as their property and their college girl and so on. The Mother treated me as a -- look what we have done, and aren't we wonderful --- the Dad?

The family went away for three days to visit a something or other. Well and then Dad took me to an air show and to his club where I had my first martini.

He invited me to his bedroom --- come and watch TV in here... and patted the king size bed ...

Although I was fresh from a minister's house and truly naive .... I wasn't really stupid. I refused and went to 'my' room.

He avoided me and I avoided him. When Mama came back ... she called me in and said Mr... whatever his name was ... said he asked you to empty the trash and you refused. I said, huh?

At any rate... I was told to move out. ok dokey. HAH ... my long awaited way to escape. I had only been there a few weeks.

I called my cousin ... he came and got me that night.... Mama said.. you didn't have to leave that soon, dear... I said... yes I do.

Cousin gave me this car that had been used in a demolition derby .. I wrote about that ... didn't have reverse... HAHAhaaaa... and introduced me to Ike the manager at Ken's and I got a job. ... waitressing ... another HAHAAaaa

I was about as dippy as you can get ... long dark hair... bopping about... oh, well, I won't go into details... but HAHAaaa...

Anyway... parents didn't know about this ... but when they found out, no more money and so after getting fired from Ken's ... I got a job checking coats and hats at a club in Dallas... then got the job at Blue Cross.

To make this extremely long story short... I made more money at the club than I did at Blue Cross... I only worked there part time on the weekends.

As time went on and guys were hitting on me and I dated there and here... well, I just got too damn tired to play all week long and work on weekends and be back at work by 8am Monday mornings... and so forth.

I mean there's only so much partying and working a kid can do.

The song up there? reminded me of this time. I LOVED that song... and sang it all the time... another was ... If you want.... something to play with... go and find yourself a toy... Haaaa

The kite up there? and what made me think of this song? well... it was an absolutely stellar gorgeous day.. I got my fat ass up and out and went to my little park by the river and wore myself out watching all the joggers, inline skaters, volleyball players, cyclists, walkers, boaters, kite flyers...

Cutest little boy and two little girls flying kites. I tried to get better pictures but this little iPhone does the best it can.

I enjoyed this day. I enjoyed remembering this song...

8 comments:

  1. You were lucky to get away from that house and family. Sometimes when I look back I just have to wonder who was watching over me, and I didn't take all that many chances.

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  2. Yes... that was a peculiar crew... I didn't mention that they were Jewish and would have formal dinners each evening with a menorah... and various other rituals...

    I was really quite interested... I had never met a Jewish person.

    If my Dad only knew... HAHaaa... ironic and funny and my independence began with a bang...

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  3. And... they were quite wealthy and lived in the Highland Park area of Dallas which was THE area...

    funny

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  4. You tell a great story. What a life you've had. And are still having, I'm sure!

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  5. Thanks, Galen... and no I'm rather stuck! ... trying to get unstuck...

    sigh

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  6. A car with no reverse. That certainly must have been an interesting ride.

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  7. well Hi! and …. yes… I could write and probably will write about THAT car… oh, to be 18 or 19 whatever I was again..

    You see? at that age… we don't know that we're stupid…

    pure bliss ;)

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  8. Hi again Carolyn. I had read your post but I was gonna comment and got interrupted. Yep, it happens to me all the time. Sorry about that. Your story was quite interesting. I'm glad that you got away from the man who wanted you to watch TV in his bedroom. The idiot.
    11:35, PM. gotta get to bed. 6:30 comes in early. JB

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