Whenever I was feeling down, blue, or defeated, Mom used to sing me the song High Hopes by Frank Sinatra. Her singing would get louder and more obnoxious until I started laughing. I had no choice but to laugh. She had that Mom magic.
Here’s the song. If you care to sing along, I think it’s best to sing it slightly off key while snapping and stomping your feet. If you can’t make somebody laugh, you might be doing it wrong.
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- Polack Orange
- Polack Orange is an ode to my sweet Mom - Geraldine Radford. Mom is 50% Polish and her favorite color is orange. Actually, it's really more of a peach color. But, instead of simply calling it "peach", Dad has dubbed it "Polack Orange." Now, really anything that has any orange hue is referred to as Polack Orange. Mom was a water ballerina from the Iron Range, that became a beautician, that met my Father and became a Mother of 3 girls, that worked 3 jobs to put us in voice lessons and acne medication, that finally retired to live the sweet life, but then lost her mind to Alzheimer's. This is about how I see my Mom. About how much she's shaped me. About how much I love her. And how much I hate what Alzheimer's has done to her. These are my memories of her.
1 comment:
I can totally remember her doing this. Her loud off key singing is pretty damn funny.
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