Second question might be: who was she once married to that was a well known TV star at one time?
I once wrote her and she returned a signed picture to me.
Can anyone tell me who this lady was? I think I have about every record album she once made.
Second question might be: who was she once married to that was a well known TV star at one time? I once wrote her and she returned a signed picture to me.
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Just some thoughts As I drove to my coffee place this morning a jeep in front of me had a sign on its back spare tire cover that read: “Life is good.” I smiled and thought to myself, “Yes, that is true.” But it’s only true for some on this day; I was on my way to have lunch with a person whose life I would not describe as good for him at this particular time. I’d probably choose another word rather than good for someone who is living their life waiting for a kidney transplant and on dialysis three days a week. Yet for others, today is good. One should remember that every day is different for each of us and sooner or later what is “good” today will also have days that are “not so good.” “You begin to realize that everyone has a tragedy and that if he doesn’t he will. You recognize how much is hidden behind the small courtesies and civilities of everyday existences.” “Deep sorrow and traces of great loss run through everyone’s lives and yet they let others step into the elevator first, wave them ahead in a line of traffic, smile and greet their children and inquire about their lives and never let on for a second that they, too, have cried tears.They too, keep a picture of someone locked in their hearts and bring it out in quiet, solitary moments to caress and remember.” “Loss is the great unifier, the terrible club to which we all eventually belong.” (Rosanne Cash - A Memoir) On the surface we really don’t know for sure what kind of day the person we come in contact with is having. We have to read past the “Life is good” signs.
October 17, 2011 Keep on, Larry Adamson Just some thoughts: This is a picture of a race drive named Johnny Whtie. Johnny White was a driver of some fame. This is a picture of him in the car he drove to 4th place in the 1964 Indianapolis 500. Sadly less than a month after that race he was severely injured in a sprint car race in my home town Terre Haute, Indiana at a track they called the Action Track. He never walked again suffering from the injuries incurred on that day. He remained in the hospital in Terre Haute for sometime after the accident. My mother worked the night shift at the hospital and often cared for him. Often I would visit him and do some favors for him. I often have thought about him and others when I think of how sometimes we can love something "to a fault." Below is something I wrote April 17, 2012 Larry Adamson Just some thoughts: There are three professions in which I have been privileged to know a number of people. Often they and what they do and how they live their lives truly fascinate me. They are race drivers, musicians, and golfers; especially those of a professional nature who choose to try to make a living doing such. Over the years I have seen too many people in those professions live and love their chosen field to a fault. In some cases they lose their marriages, families, and even their own identify; and some end in financial ruin. The country legend George Strait once sang a song about a rodeo cowboy which I thought so well illustrated this. “I Can Still Make Cheyenne” Her telephone rang ‘bout a quarter to nine, / she heard his voice on the other end of the line She wondered what was wrong this time; / she never knew what his calls might bring With a cowboy like him it could be anything and She always expected the worst in the back of her mind. He said, “It’s cold out here and I’m all alone, I didn’t make the short go again and I’m coming home. I know I’ve been away too long. / I never got a chance to write or call And I know this rodeo has been hard on us all But I’ll be home soon and honey is there something wrong? She said, “Don’t bother comin’ home. / By the time you get here I’ll be gone. There’s somebody new and he sure ain’t no rodeo man.” He said, “I’m sorry it’s come down to this. /There’s so much about you that I’m gonna miss But it’s alright baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne. Gotta go now baby, if I hurry I still make Cheyenne He left that phone danglin’off the hook, /then slowly turned around and gave one last look Then he just walked away He aimed his truck toward that Wyoming line Gotta go baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne But you know, if we aren’t careful all of us can allow our jobs to dictate our lives rather than be who we really are. If not careful we can also think “If I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.”
April 17, 2012 Keep on, Larry Adamson Just some thoughts: Below is something I wrote in July of 2010, over five years ago. By the way the two guys referenced in this writing, they are both now married and doing just fine. Kama, Sammy Hagar. Well said Mr. Hagar. I have great love and interest in two young college students: my grandson and the son of some very close friends of ours, Rob and Kathy. Our grandson just graduated from the University of Tennessee this past month, and the other is drawing close to graduating from Lipscomb University. It is hard for me to think that either of them to be the age of graduates. I was there, literally, when they came into the world. One was our grandson, and the parents of the other claimed us as “grandparents,” as their parents were far away, so, consequently, we were in the mix early. This past week, I had dinner with both of them; although, not at the same time. One of the questions present in most of the conversations with both of them is, “What now?” What’s next in this phase, this chapter, of their life? “What am I going to do now?” What will be the next feature? At times, there is a sense of anxiousness in both young men, along with a sense of adventure. Both their circumstances remind me of a line from a song rocker Sammy Hagar wrote. Cut me some slack, I do know about music of people other than Merle, Alan, George and Hank. Hagar wrote a song on the day his daughter Kama was born. There is a line in the song that says, “Somehow the mystery is over, yet it just began.” I’m sure these two young men have some sense of those words. Four years have come and gone, and now what comes next for them? Some of the mysteries of life are over, some questions have been answered, and, yet, there are so many mysteries waiting. I might share with them that this anticipation will not ever completely leave. All ages have thought, “It’s over, but what will begin next?” Maybe the best line Hagar wrote on that day is this: “And every language has a word, but the meaning is always the same. Love is all you’ve got to start out in the world with, and love is all that remains.” Good luck, boys. You’ll be okay.
July 19, 2010 Keep on, Larry Adamson Just some thoughts:
I’ve been to Rome, Indiana. It is located in extreme southern Indiana in Perry County along the Ohio River. Two or three summers ago I drove to and through Rome, Indiana, population unincorporated. It does not take long; I had been there once previous. I have also driven through Rome, Georgia, population 35,973. I’ve driven through Rome, New York, population 32,837. I have not driven through Rome, Italy, but I have been there more than once; the population is 2.7 million. All four of these Rome’s have something in common. They all have the same name. They are cities or towns, but really they are similar in name only. Unfortunately the same can be said of many things. Someone or something may bear the name or the same tag, but they may be the same “in name only.” Sadly that can be said of people. Sometimes they may claim they are such and such, but they are that in name only. January 9, 2014 Keep on, Larry Adamson |
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Larry Adamson was raised in Indiana. After teaching and coaching for several years he worked as Director of Championships at the United States Golf Association in NJ. He's retired, living just outside Nashville,TN. He blogs about his favorite things: sports, music, old cars, and the good ole days. Click on the about page for more information. Archives
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