Posts from the ‘Sista-Spectives’ Category


This has just been the most laid back weekend I can remember having in ages.  Because Payday is not til Tuesday, that means I am broke, thus, I can’t go do anything wild and crazy.  Even so, I’m glad I’m in poverty the last few days.  I’ve been hanging around the house so much, I’m finding myself thinking “I need to go to work.”  Yikes.

I spent today going through photos.  I’m trying to find photographs of Opryland for this groovy documentary that Justin Harvey and his cronies over at WNPT are doing for an upcoming special, that I believe, is set to air in December.    Did I even tell y’all Justin interviewed me for that?   Well, he did and it was so much fun.  I coulda sat there all day talking about Opryland. 

Anyway, why is it, I know of umpteen photographs in the Collie Collection that exist of us at Opryland, (including me, my mom and Sandra on the Tram the first day the park opened), but, because I need them for something (and quickly) I can’t find them?  Why does this happen?

I did find CLC‘s birthday present from a year and a half ago though.  I ain’t telling what it is…he can tell it later oncest he gets it in his posession.  Two separate occasions I was going to give it to him, but, couldn’t find it.  I texted him and said “We need to hook up so I can give this to you before I lose it again.” 

I had found a bunch of slides for Justin and them.  This was before I moved…even put the Opryland ones (including my favorite one of my late Uncle Huey P. Duncan riding the Sky Ride and some other dandies…the day I went to interview with Justin, that plastic bag I put the slides in disappeared. I have looked high and low and those things have fallen off the face of the earth and it makes me mad. 

What will happen is all these home movie videos, slides and photos will magically appear the day after the thing airs.  You watch.

I tell you one thing…I would love to do what Justin does.  Justin has been the man behind those other, wonderful specials WNPT has put together in recent years

I’m a nut for documentaries anyway…on anything.  That series POV that airs on PBS is just fabulous.  Look for Calavera Highway.  When I tell you that is one of the best documentaries that’s ever been done, you must believe me.  That one and Lomax The Song Hunter are my favorite documentaries I’ve seen lately.

All my documentary watching of late (I’ve always dug em) has got me thinking I would so love to make a documentary on something.  I think I have all the junk required to be a Documenta-matrix.  If I had the first clue how to start something like that, I’d be all over it. 

Anyway…this whole thing started me saying how much I’ve dug the last three days being around my Special Happy Place “piddlin”.  And I’ve done shared a secret fantasy. 

Good grief…some of my kinfolks alone would be docu-fodder.  Maybe Ill get around to it.

Let’s Do What We Dare, Do What We Like…

People make fun of me for reading the Obituaries.  I don’t know why I do it.  It’s just something I’ve done since I was about 10.  I figure it has something to do with that side of me that loves history. 

It’s not unusual for me to see a familiar name and recognize it as somebody I went to school with’s mother or something or some other aquaintance or the relative of somebody I used to work with, etc. 

I love the obituaries that are very detailed and tell about the person, what they did for a living, who their Mama was and what their dog’s name was.

Today though, I’m scanning through the names to see if I recognize any of them and dang if I did.  I was hoping it would be somebody else with the same name, but, I kept reading and it said “Brentwood, TN-40 years old….” Damn. 

Ashley Duncan and I were the same age.  In the same grade.  Rode the same bus.  He (the first guy I ever knew with the name “Ashley”) He lived a hop, skip and a jump from me in Twin Springs (seems like they lived in the second house…I know…Rainman strikes again).

Ashley was one of those kids that stood out.  He was tall, (as tall as you can be in 6th grade) very cute and I remember had a really outgoing personality.  Seems like lots of the little girls at Lipscomb had crushes on him. 

I remember Ashley had a couple of brothers and a little sister.  They were one of those families where all the kids were cute, like they could be on tv cute. 

I don’t think Ashley went with us to Northside (now Brentwood Middle School) and Brentwood High School.  Maybe he did and I just don’t remember. I don’t know where he went after that, but, I can see him as plain as day.  The picture they had in the paper of him was EXACTLY how I remember him looking 25 years ago.

I actually thought of Ashley last week when I was over in Brentwood doing my job interview.  I rode by my old house and I thought of him as I turned into Hallbrook and saw Twin Springs Dr. , just past Concord Rd. Church of Christ.  One of those passing thoughts…”wonder whatever happened to him?”

I was pretty sad to read in the obituary that one of his brothers preceded him in death.  Also sad that Ashley leaves a daughter and a fiance and a bunch of nieces and nephews (from his younger brothers and sister! Wow). 

One of the things about seeing this death notice that grabbed me, besides remembering Bus 44 and being very sad for this family…was where it said “Age 40”. That used to seem far away. For me, it’s a few months away.

I emailed my bestest childhood friend, Terri Leigh (haven’t seen her in 15 years but we keep in touch by email some) to see if she had heard about Ashley. She and Ashley used to have a Thang for each other way back when.

I told Terri Leigh that we need to gather up Melanie (our other goodest childhood friend) and celebrate our 40th birthdays. I suggested that we have a slumber party like we used to do on our birthdays. Gawsh…I’ll have to find pictures of my 8th birthday slumber party and put them up here.

***I emailed some of my peeps from Lipscomb days and Murrey Gropp….oh lordy…even middle aged, he’s still hysterical…he said “One day, all that will be left is you, me, cockroaches and Keith Richards.”  Murrey always was one to throw comic relief to cut through sad stuff.  Made me spew Diet Dt. Pepper.  HAHAHAHA

Shut Up

I love Facebook.  I love that in the last month, I’ve reconnected with a ton of people I haven’t even as much as given a teeny thought to since Reagan was in office. 

Today, my fellow former Franklin Rebel/Band Geek Denise was so precious and stuck this lovely photo on the Facebook. 

I’ll sit here and wait whilst you have yourself a nice belly laugh. 

The thing that jumps out at me…is not the little blonde whatever that is on the top of my head (shut up, that was my Rosanne Cash phase when she was in the “I Don’t Know Why You Don’t Want Me” period.  That’s not what’s so mortifying to me.  Nor is it the teeth.  It’s the eyebrows.  That was when I only pulled them sometimes and when I did, my eyes would water.  I didn’t know about wax yet.  Nice contour, don’t you think?

Shut up.  I was hot.

Now I have to search and see if I have a picture of Denise and her French Horn.

Random Saturday-Ness

I thoroughly enjoyed having a house full of giggly girls at my house last night.  I’ve known most of them since they were little and the other two girls, Kelsey and Morgan, are just two of the sweetest kids around.  I’m glad the DQ has some good friends like them.
When the Manchild was younger, he loved that show Courage The Cowardly Dog on Cartoon Network.  I remember one time he was watching it and he was saying “Mom, you have to see this” and I was all “Oh puh-leeeeaze” but I watched it anyway to humor my kid.  I ended up nearly wetting my pants laughing cause that is one funny show. (It was the one where the goose fell in love with Muriel). 

I hadn’t seen Courage in ages until today.  #2 was watching it and I swear, Courage and Eustis were just plain killin’ me.

I can’t profess the same affection for Cartoon Network’s Total Drama Island.  That show makes me curse.

Ricky Gervais was on Letterman last night.  Ricky and the Gentleman Formerly Known As My Boss remind me a ton of each other.  ‘Cept the GFKAMB isn’t British.  Ricky G. is a funny man.  The GFKAMB is also a funny man.  I’m not sure what it is but, yeah. (That phrase sounds like something the Drama Queen would say…but yaaah)

I for real thought that Gary Tuchman was gonna die live on television last night trying to show us just how powerful Hurricane Ike’s winds were.  I bet Anderson Cooper would be really pissed off if somebody else dies live on the air before he does.  I did think millions of people were gonna witness ol’ Gar’ getting his arse blowed to Glow-ry right there in front of our eyes though.

I texted Cuzzin Sharon in Houston to see if she had evacuated and she hadn’t.  She texted me early this morning and said that she had the windows open and she was reading a book and sorta enjoying the whole thing.  The funny thing is I remember when Hurricane Alicia hit Houston back in the early 80’s, Sharon telling of sitting on her back porch, reading a book.  I’ve never known Cuzzin Sharon to be without a book.

 I should start reading again. I used to read a lot but somewhere along the turn of the century, my ability to sit down and read a book went out the window.  I mean, I can still read but, I got to where I would skim through and not really read stuff.  Maybe I should try again.  Donna was talking about some Henry David Thoreau book yesterday that sounded interesting.  Note to self….two words Library Card.

I didn’t do nary a thing today and it was really nice to do nary a thing.  I did get a haircut but I didn’t get cullah put on so it didn’t take long. I didn’t feel like I had something I needed to be doing and there was something about that that was just a good feeling.  I haven’t felt that in years and years.

It ocurred to me while I was out and about a little bit ago that I’m now residing in the same area I resided in when I first married in 1989.  This area has grown a bit but there are still things here that were here then, like the Kroger I used to go to as a newlywed and the laundromat we used to to go to before we had a washer and dryer.  Something about that is a little ironic.  Started my grown up life in this little area and it’s like the second round of my grown-up life is beginning in the same spot.  Kinda bizarre.  Not really, but, it gives me pause.

Charlie Walker

Back in the early 70’s. the Collie’s went to visit the Charlie Walker’s at their home in Hendersonville.  My sister and I were little girls and we were standing at the top of the stairs, fighting over a doll when suddenly, Sandra sailed down the big ol’ staircase, rendering her unconscious momentarily.  (I think.)

Every SINGLE time I saw Charlie Walker for the rest of his life, be it at the Opry or the last time I saw him a year ago Easter at the Springhouse at the Brunch (Charlie was a big golfer) he would ask me “Now, were you the one that fell down my stairs?”  Heh. Nope. Still wasn’t me, Cholly.

Charlie’s passing today in Hendersonville is quite a bittersweet one.  (Here she goes…her Dad and Charlie) Yep…Dad and Charlie went all the way back to their very beginnings in radio in San Antonio, Texas.  In fact, most of my family in San Antonio knew Charlie and some of his older children (the man was fruitful and multiplied, folks.  To the tune of 10 kids, ranging in age now from upper 50’s to young adult. One of his girls was a professional basketball player and I believe, was, and may still be, a commentator for the WNBA).  Charlie and Biff were born the same week, actually, and now that Charlie’s gone, there’s only one or two of his contemporaries left, meaning the guys that started in radio around about the same time and were good, good buddies til Dad died in 1992.   T. Tommy’s gone…Joe Allison, Tom Perryman is still alive and kicking and on the air in Tyler, Texas. 

Charlie was a radio man, but, he was the voice behind one of my favorite hardcore, country records ever…this one right here. I wonder how many times in my life I saw Charlie Walker go on the Opry stage and sing this Harlan Howard gem? More times than I can count.

I Called It

It isn’t gonna shock anybody for me to express how I am not political.  I don’t care a thing about politics.  I don’t care what side of the fence you stand on.  I don’t like to watch those shows where they argue across a table about stuff (and seem to have a whopping good time doing it).  I don’t care what color my President is, whether he/she be green, fuschia or periwinkle.  I don’t care about politics.

However, I love History and anything pertaining to it. (Except for a few eras that are just boring to me) Because I love History, I like to catch a peek at things like the Democratic National Convention and will peek for a second at the Republican Convention. 

I distinctly remember the night Barack Obama came out and gave the Keynote address at the 2004 Convention.  Me, the unpolitical one remember, said to my husband, “That guy is going to be our first black President and I bet it will happen in 2008.”  I don’t think I’d ever seen him before that.  Maybe I had, but, this was the first time I remember him long enough that he caught my deficited attention.

This is not necessarily an endorsement.  I’m not sure I like His Barack-ness yet.  I’m not sure I like Paw Paw McCain neither.  I think Joe Biden’s son is rather handsome though.

That’s Strawwwwwwwww

You can’t get any better with Friday Fun than with Sesame Street

I was always bothered as a kid by the king losing his teeth in that clip.