It’s Mother’s Day. My boys provided many good memories for Joyce. Memories are a funny thing. You might think they are indelible. They might be. But they can also get jumbled and fragmented. I saw Mom today. It was a nice visit.
I remember seeing the video below when the album “Spike” was released. I thought the video was touching then. At the time I had sympathy. Today I have empathy. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.
One of the best parts about having four young boys is I get to see first-hand Christmas excitement that is enthusiastic and sincere. iTunes & Pandora on the computer and the Music Choice channels on our cable keep the boys well supplied in the holiday tunes.Of course, we also have several CDs, albums, tapes, DVDs and even one very memorable 8-track to keep the sing-along going.
Nothing beats being in the Dodge Caravan with a CD of familiar tunes cranking and having the boys belting it out in varying degrees of intelligible English from the back. It reminds me of sitting in the back of my dad’s Plymouth Fury as we drove around looking for Christmas lights and the radio fading in and out.We still listened to AM for music back then.
Maybe this year I’ll introduce the boys to the MP3 of “Santa Drives a Truck“; it could be the start of a new tradition.
A new addition the Matthew Musing blogroll - What Was I Thinking? It is not by Dirks Bentley. It is my wife, the Lovely Joyce. Snapshots of what her life is like as a stay at home mom of four boys. A fifth boy usually is home late for dinner. But to be fair, dinner is served early in the Keough house
It was probably 1973 or 1974. Easter, most likely. We were not inclined to such fancy duds just any Sunday. I was probably complaining about the tie. My oldest boy will whine “Oh maaaaaan!” when we tell him he has to do something he would rather not. Looking at this picture I fear I know where he gets it!
My big brother recently emailed a few pictures of me in my role as a minor league usher. I’ll post soon.
Today the whole family spent the whole day together. Swimming lessons were followed by a trip to play in the air-conditioned mall. Lunch at the food court was followed by a trip to the circus and french fries Friday. All the boys went to bed easily and the Tribe has the lead. AND we saw Grandma on her birthday!
Ok – Breaking the series theme. This is a picture the Lovely Joyce took at the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo today. More over at Flickr.
Here is the deal. The Indians are having a throwback weekend and making it 1977. I kind of wish I was going on Sunday to have my son get a crooked C batting helmet. Just like the one my brother Drew got for me when I was a tyke back in the day. I don’t have a picture of me wearing it. Somewhere I have a picture of me in the red jersey. I’ll rummage through my hard drive and post it someday. For now you will have to settle for the Easter threads, 1977. At least my sister looked presentable.
