in the 1940s many movie comedies dealt with heaven
hell, reincarnation, the devil, angels, body snatching
I get a channel called Classic Reel with my Roku
The movies shown are from the 30’s, 40’s, 50’s and 60’s
I saw three of these shows this week
the one about hell was spooky in black and white
maybe more creepy than if it had been in color
they were plausible, warm, and witty
I got reintroduced to Betty Grable, Betty Hutton
Bob Hope, Bing Cosby, and Jimmie Stewart
They were intriguing shows, amusing
I was not bored, I was intrigued
Plots much more entertaining than today’s movies
It was old Woody that lured me with
Dust Bowl Ballads and so much more
Telling stories of a West
That I'd never heard before.
I was with the Okies as
They travelled down the road
Got a new hero from
The Ballad of Tom Joad.
Then on to Steinbeck
Faulkner, Williams, Hemingway,
Until dreams of America
Filled my teenage day.
The whole world exploded with
The advent of Rock 'n' Roll
And once again Americana
Captured my heart and soul.
I learned of Jimmie Rodgers
Hank Williams, Ernest Tubb,
All founder members in my
Exclusive Country Music Club.
Dylan, Van Zandt, Steve Earle,
Guy Clarke, and that's how I found
The huge variation in that loose
Genre, the Country Music sound.
It's been a part of my life
A very constant friend
Too late to change now and so
They'll be with me until the end.
I listened to those story tellers until
They influenced the way I write my verse
So it's my American Dreams
For better or for worse.
She was the kind of woman we feared
As much as grim reaper or Blackbeard.
Because we did not listen or understand
We thought her intentions were underhand.
She was suspicious because of her pets
We heard that they slept in her house on safety nets
I cannot imagine sleeping a wink with one wolf in the house
Yet she had a dozen, confided a peeping mouse
Let’s call her Wolf Girl, some idiot suggested.
Oh no, I told him, my patience tested.
She is at least twenty-two if she is a day.
She is Wolf Woman, Jimmie McCray!
Listening
As grooves whirl
A familiar track,
Once familiar refrains
Recall the vintage
Of innocence.
Scratched
In almost forgotten places,
The sound is altered ...
Yet I hear a cadence of the time
When sweet flowers grew
In an English country garden.
Inspired by a folk song I listened to while growing up during the 1960s : English Country Garden as sung by Jimmie Rodgers (can be found on YouTube).
From the song:
How many kinds of sweet flowers grow
In an English country garden?
I'll tell you now of some that I know
And those I miss you'll surely pardon:
Daffodils, heart's ease and flox
Meadowsweet and lady smocks
Gentain, lupine and tall hollihocks
Roses, foxgloves, snowdrops, forget-me-nots
In an English country garden
I can see you Bobby sneaking a look
No, your mother did not buy you a book
Tony and Jimmie have come to see
Bobby gazing at me
My lights are bright so Santa can see
Where to put the presents under me
It is Christmas Eve and I can hear the Boys
Laughing and giggling about their toys
I can hear a thunder upon the roof
It’s Rudolph and his reindeer hoofs
A laughter so loud from Santa himself
It would gather a crowd all by itself
All of a sudden the fireplace went out
And all I saw were Santa’s feet sticking out
He whispered so low and I could barely hear
There are my cookies and carrots for my reindeer
He took a bite the next thing I knew
He was gone like a bullet into the night
For his next delivery that night
The boys woke up screaming with glee,
What did Santa bring me?
Their faces were filled joy
As they opened their Christmas toys
I sat there laughing but next thing I knew
A Christmas carol came out of the blue
I Wish you a marry Christmas
And have a wonderful New Year!
^ Jamez by James Edward Lee Sr.
J ames is my Christian name;
A ways, please call me this;
M y life is as a storybook;'
E verywhere I go I look;
S o be aware and never, call me Jimmie kiss;O
^ pronounced "James"
11/25/17
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Lemmie Jimmie is a playa!
Look at him smiling,
walking with his new girl
Why are the other pigtails all hating
on LJ being so happy ...
‘cause he caught the eye of the new girl
Watch Leonard James
affectionately always playing
with his favorite new baby girl
He a playa for sho’ ...
his high school sweetheart wife
oughta know
Before “The March on Selma”, before it all began
James Orange was arrested; he was a giant of a man
It was Rumored they would lynch him
So the church gathered and they prayed
But once outside the temple, the authorities were outraged
They were meet with opposition and brutally beaten to the ground
Some ran as they were followed; Chaos was the sound
Three ran inside a café, thought shelter would be found
Protecting his mom from trouble, Jimmie Lee Jackson was shot down
Eight days later he would die; but his death gave us the fight
Our voice no longer silent unified for what was right
We wouldn’t ride the buses, together we would stand
And though their hearts were heavy, they walked hand in hand
Martin came to guide them, to Selma they would march.
To change the course of history, equality of every sort
Dr. King fought for our dignity, Pres. Obama now lives the dream
As we celebrate fifty years later, what does it really mean………
To be continued……………………….
By Patricia Mitchell-Templeton
Somewhere tonight
Somewhere tonight they will sing from the heaven above.
Playing the music of the great for all to hear.
Good old Hank will sing your cheating heart he is so lonesome he could cry.
Patty Page she will take the stage with a song only she could sing.
While Bill Monroe gets ready to play with Conway and the boys.
They sing with joy and welcomes the newest
As little Jimmie Dickens belts out a song .
There is no rest for the best.
As somewhere tonight they all will sing.
As the sky fills with song may they all R.I.P.
Jimmie Jim my piddling crony was a little toady
Happened to meet a gaudy king who loved a hot toddy
Jimmie’s ass an ace in the hole
Dipped in snail’s pace in the king’s bowl
Said Jim Sire, my daddy, King of Ire, I am your bawdy
THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOU JIMMIE. MY HEART FELT SO MUCH LOVE AND WARMTH. YOU ARE MY FIRST SUMMER LOVE, FALL LOVE, WINTER LOVE AND SPRING LOVE. MY HEART FALLS LIKE THE PETALS OFF A ROSE AND SINGS LIKE ROBIN'S BIRDS FALLING IN LOVE THE FIRST TIME.
OH, JIMMIE HOW I LOVE AND ADORE YOU. YOUR KIND WORDS ROMANTIC WORDS YOU SAY TO ME. I FEEL SO MUCH OF YOUR LOVE. YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE OF MY LIFE AND THE SPIRAL OF MY LOVE.
I LOOK INTO THE STARS AND NIGHT. I IMAGINE YOUR EYES SHINING DOWN ON ME. I CLOSE MY EYES WISHING UPON A STAR THAT YOU WERE HOLDING ME IN YOUR ARMS. OH, JIMMIE HOW I WISH YOU WERE HERE WITH ME RIGHT NOW AND FOREVER.
Note
Pete Barnhill was befriended by the late great Johnny Cash.Both were around 13 years of age at the time.Pete learned Johnny his very first chords on the guitar.The rest is history......
PETE BARNHILL - MY TRIBUTE
Pete Barnhill was born with a withered right hand.
All his life he fought a crippling disease.
His old Gibson flat-top, could play a mean tune.
Incessant infiltration of the breeze.
As a polio child, he was teased at school.
Mass of metal worn on his right leg.
But a friend was made, back in those school days.
And a lesson we should never forget.
Pete taught Johnny
in a shotgun-shack
a tub-thumping rhythm like a train on a track
among the cotton-fields
in the Dyess land
where the folk were poor
and the dirt was manned
A bedrock for bedlam down that old dust road.
Playing Jimmie Rodgers tunes and the songs of Hank Snow.
That railroad rhythm, came from Pete's goldmine.
Hear that embryonic baselines now, on Walk The Line.
Kindness is a language, that the deaf can hear.
Kindness is a Language, that the blind can see.
When a gift is gone then another comes along.
Lessons learned from Johnny for you and me.
In Nashville, all those tourists visit Broadway every day;
They buy those Dolly Parton posters there;
But the record shop of Ernest Tubb won’t seem the same no more—
Sing “Adios” to Ernest Tubb—he used to walk that floor.
Inside there’re old brown photographs displayed upon the wall
Of Jimmie Rodgers, and Roy, and Kitty Wells;
On his radio show he helped some kid name of “Elvis” get a chance—
Sing “Adios” to Ernest Tubb, and his Western-Country dance.
Across the street is Tootsie’s Lounge, where beer and memories flow;
Nearby, the Grand Ole Opry used to play—
Where “E. T.” helped Loretta face that famous microphone;
Sing “Adios” to Ernest Tubb—he’s the best friend Nashville’s known.
He was Lone Star lean and lanky, with a voice like Texas sand—
And he used electric guitars, `way back when;
Instead of wasting tears tonight, let’s everybody sing—
Sing “Adios” to Ernest Tubb…he made that dance floor swing.
See if you can guess where I am from
Add all the clues up and total your sum
Here there are many trees and lush, green grass
Honeysuckles, crepe myrtle, and summers that last and last
The chirping of birds may wake you and crickets will sing you a lullaby
Old houses creak and settle and lazy days go by
Youngins' have the privilege of piggy back rides
And Yankee dimes are given far and wide
Work here can be hard and pay is cheap
But when night falls, you'll have peaceful sleep
The neighbors know everything about you
They may be a little nosy, but they love you too
They will watch out for you
Because it's just what they do
The food here is heavenly
And...not everything is fried
And despite what Oprah says
We are not all wide
She came from here, by the way
Elvis did too
Others include: Charley Pride, Jimmie Rodgers, and Jerry Rice
Just to name a few...
Where am I from??
this goes to the person who made my day's brighter growing up as a child,
who made everything just right and not to mild, the person I looked up to, who
made me smile the times I was blue, this is to the person who could move
mountain's, and the person who was their when he was, and gave me love just
because, this is to the person who is a super hero in my eye's, and made every
day a new surprise, who never settled for less, who gave it his all and done his
best, the man who made my world a happier place, and gave my life love and
grace, the one person I'd never replace, the person who could look at thing's in a
different way and have just the right thing to say, this goes to the person who
always done what he could who made life great and everyday just as good, my
brother jimmie.
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