Down Memory Lane
Jul. 15th, 2011 06:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
schadenfreudeWhile wandering aimlessly through the tubes, I saw a photo of a very handsome gentleman playing an accordion and it made me remember my beloved rontgenkatze and a memory she shared with me shortly before she left.
First, the facts:
We attended church regularly as children and there were three brothers who also attended; one a couple of years older, one our age, and one a year younger. We thought these boys were dashing! And to add to their appeal?
They played accordions!
Each boy had his own, in a different color casing, but all were epic chick magnets (now, you must remember this was in the mid 1960's. We didn't know about rockstars yet).
Now, the Cathy memory:
One night, we were watching television and talking, and we got on the subject of those dashing Peebles Brothers. Cathy told me that in additon to crushing on the boys, she had desperately wanted an accordion of her own, in black and red. If she had been fortunate enough to obtain one, she would have kept it in her room, sitting on a little chest at the foot of her bed. When friends came over to visit, Cathy would allow them to gaze upon her treasure, but touching was strictly forbidden!
Now, I am sitting here laughing and whispering prayers that Cathy finally has this:
Thank you for humoring me, and you're now free to return to your normal activities.
rontgenkatze and a memory she shared with me shortly before she left. First, the facts:
We attended church regularly as children and there were three brothers who also attended; one a couple of years older, one our age, and one a year younger. We thought these boys were dashing! And to add to their appeal?
They played accordions!
Each boy had his own, in a different color casing, but all were epic chick magnets (now, you must remember this was in the mid 1960's. We didn't know about rockstars yet).
Now, the Cathy memory:
One night, we were watching television and talking, and we got on the subject of those dashing Peebles Brothers. Cathy told me that in additon to crushing on the boys, she had desperately wanted an accordion of her own, in black and red. If she had been fortunate enough to obtain one, she would have kept it in her room, sitting on a little chest at the foot of her bed. When friends came over to visit, Cathy would allow them to gaze upon her treasure, but touching was strictly forbidden!
Now, I am sitting here laughing and whispering prayers that Cathy finally has this:
Thank you for humoring me, and you're now free to return to your normal activities.
