1. Do you have a lot of friends or do you know a lot of people ?
Not really I have a couple really great friends and I think that’s so much better than having many friends…Less drama and the relationships are so much better and closer.
2. If you are at a party and know very few of the guests, do you mingle and introduce yourself, sit on the sidelines and people watch, or discreetly leave?
I’m more of a mingler. Party’s are suppose to be fun and sitting on the sidelines is just not much fun. I can go to the mall and people watch. Interacting is much more fun and interesting !!!!
3. What is the best job you have ever had?
That would be at the Railroad. The pay was great for a young kid 19/22. Union wages and great insurance, Railroad Retirement (had to go on disability b/c of a car accident and I was paid for 6 months) and I just loved, loved, loved my boss. He was more like a father to me than my own father.
4. Can you swim?
Not really but I wouldn’tdrownif I was in water. I probably don’t look like a great swimmer and I really don’t do the rotary breathing thing. I tried but I’m not so great at the athletic stuff…I can do the crawl and doggie paddling and float on my back, but as far as the butterfly and competitive type swimming not so much…
Gratitude: Things may not always turn out the way we’d hoped, but sometimes they turn out better.Life is great with our Rosie !!!!
A beautiful spring Sunday afternoon, albeit still a bit chilly for my world. March is a wonky month in Chicago, but this week it looks like it has chosen to be spring and a maybe bit warmer.
Today’s prompt is Bluegrass/Countryand I’ll probably throw a couple of song’s in today. My first one is from The Charlie Daniels band, “The Devil Went Down to Georgia.” We saw them perform this twice, once in Chicago and the other time was at summer fair…
Song Lyric Sunday/The Devil Went Down to Georgia..
The Devil Went Down to Georgia
The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin’ for a soul to steal He was in a bind ’cause he was way behind And he was willin’ to make a deal
When he came across this young man sawin’ on a fiddle and playin’ it hot And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump And said, “boy, let me tell you what”
“I guess you didn’t know it but I’m a fiddle player too And if you’d care to take a dare, I’ll make a bet with you Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy But give the devil his due I’ll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul ‘Cause I think I’m better than you”
The boy said, “my name’s Johnny and it might be a sin But I’ll take your bet, you’re gonna regret ‘Cause I’m the best there’s ever been”
Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard ‘Cause Hell’s broke loose in Georgia, and the devil deals the cards And if you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of gold But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
The devil opened up his case and he said, “I’ll start this show” And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow And he pulled the bow across the strings And it made a evil hiss Then a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like this
When the devil finished, Johnny said, “well, you’re pretty good, ol’ son But sit down in that chair right there And let me show you how it’s done”
“Fire on the Mountain” run boys, run The devil’s in the House of the Rising Sun Chicken in a bread pan pickin’ out dough Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he’d been beat And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny’s feet Johnny said, “Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again I done told you once you son of a bitch, I’m the best that’s ever been”
He played “Fire on the Mountain” run boys, run The devil’s in the House of the Rising Sun The chicken in a bread pan pickin’ out dough Granny, will your dog bite? No child, no
Another Country/Bluegrass song I found comes from a group I just now discovered thanks to the husband. I’m really shocked I never knew about these guys as a group til now but that doesn’t surprise me as the husband introduces me to a lot of different genre’s on the Music Scene…He’s older than me 😉 and has time for these kind of interests.
The second song I’m choosing for today is again from the Highwaymen and it is, “The City of New Orleans.” This song was written by Steve Goodman, another Chicago Native… This song also has a more personal meaning for me as my 1st job was working for the Illinois Central (Gulf) Railroad in Chicago. My dad got me the job as he was the comptroller for ICG. When he started out he was just a union worker down in Southern Illinois. There’s so much history that comes from the Railroad. This song for example mentions the Illinois Central which was its name until they merged with something w/Gulf in the name. Hence was born the IllinoisCentral Gulf.
City of New Orleans
City of New Orleans
Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passin’ trains that have no name Freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you? Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin’ card games with the old men in the club car Penny a point ain’t no one keepin’ score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumblin’ ‘neath the floor And the sons of pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their father’s magic carpets made of steel Mothers with their babes asleep Are rockin’ to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Good morning America, how are you? Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Nighttime on the City of New Orleans Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee Half way home, we’ll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness Rolling down to the sea But all the towns and people seem To fade into a bad dream And the steel rail still ain’t heard the news The conductor sings his songs again The passengers will please refrain This train got the disappearing railroad blues
Good night, America, how are you? Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
I worked the in the Electrical Engineering/Commuter Division, Randolph Street Station in Chicago, before I left the workforce for Homemaking and Motherhood. It was a great union paying job and I have many good memories from that past life…
I hope you will enjoy all of the music from today…Blessings to all on a great new week and Happy Spring !!!!
