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| Her sound echoed across the market: across the lad climbing the tree; across the girl chasing the kelpie whilst dressed as Dora the Explorer; across the nursing mother trying to balance her skinny cap in her left hand; across the grandpa fighting a losing battle with dripping vanilla ice. 'Twas a far cry from a smokey, dark cavern as the bewitching hour approached. But she was a true professional to the end. She kept her cool. |
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| As I age, I really like the music from the late '40s and early '50s. The Ella, the Rosemary, the Peggy, the Sarah. The Damone, the Bennett, the Fisher, and the Como. It speaks of an era totally different, more classy, than that which came next, both musically, and socially. It links with an image of interior design that is Eames, and Parker, and Kofod Larsen. Ahhhhh .... |
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5 comments:
That is not a very cool way to present the name of the singer with that white bit of paper. Nice to walk around at markets like this one though.
Did you ever wear a dress with a net petticoat like that? I didn't but was so envious of the girls that had them. We did get some second hand ones that my big sister wore but their day had passed before I was big enough to fit into them.
Yes, I did at some stage, Joan, but it is a feint memory. I have a feeling that it was not my style of thing. I like to watch them, and Alannah loves them, but they are not me.
Revelled in your expressive comments in your post! I go through phases of music - per season, per time of day, whether I'm driving or not, and is it Sunday afternoon? it must be jazz! Interesting post!
Hah ... I do that too, Gemma. I drown in a style until I am sated.
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