After much hard work this week, still recovering from a concussion, I was able to carry on and the three great helpers and a few friends managed to make the pies necessary for our annual fund raiser the "Thanksgiving Pie & Bake Sale". It was a bust!
Thank you to those who did come... but the depression of seeing all those pies on the table was too much. Tons of pies..and then what to do.
It brought me to memories of all those that put them on with me before...now dead...missing in action as my father would say. Some great times were had then, friends and neighbors coming in with goodies, talking to everyone and catching up with plans for Thanksgiving. Children of these old timers did stop to help the museum and say hi, and even give words of encouragement...but...
So we will have to be open today, on Sunday, and try to find homes for the pies and to tell more stories of the old days and memories of the Town's passed inhabitants.. (my friends)... and maybe me...a relic that needs to be retired.
Whatever it is, the snow, the terrible fires out west, whatever... I could not stop singing or humming a very sad song…"Deep Purple"!
Thank you to those who did come... but the depression of seeing all those pies on the table was too much. Tons of pies..and then what to do.
It brought me to memories of all those that put them on with me before...now dead...missing in action as my father would say. Some great times were had then, friends and neighbors coming in with goodies, talking to everyone and catching up with plans for Thanksgiving. Children of these old timers did stop to help the museum and say hi, and even give words of encouragement...but...
So we will have to be open today, on Sunday, and try to find homes for the pies and to tell more stories of the old days and memories of the Town's passed inhabitants.. (my friends)... and maybe me...a relic that needs to be retired.
Whatever it is, the snow, the terrible fires out west, whatever... I could not stop singing or humming a very sad song…"Deep Purple"!
When the deep purple falls..
Over sleepy garden walls?…
And the stars begin to twinkle in the night..
In the mist of a memory ..
You wander on back to me..
Breathing my name with a sigh..
As of course, you would suspect …the song has an unbelievable history. This piece of music was written originally as a piano piece by pianist Peter DeRose, who broadcast, 1923 to 1939, with May Singhi as "The Sweethearts of the Air" on the NBC radio network.
"Deep Purple" was published in 1933 as a piano composition. The following year, Paul Whiteman had it scored for his suave "big band" orchestra that was "making a lady out of jazz" in Whiteman's phrase. "Deep Purple" became so popular in sheet music sales that Mitchell Parish added lyrics in 1938 or 1939.
It was recorded so many times by different bands and sung by different singers that it is amazing. On the hit charts it was a number 1 song in 1939 with Larry Witman, it was also number 2 for Jimmy Dorsey and His Orchestra, a number 9 for Guy Lombardo and His Royal Canadians, number14 on the charts for Bing Crosby, number 17 for Artie Shaw and His Orchestra….. all in 1939.
By January 1949 Paul Weston and His Orchestra recorded it as well as Billy Ward and His Dominoes in September. For us 60 year olds it became number 1 again for Nino Tempo and April Stevens in September 1963 and also a hit for Donny and Marie Osmond in December 1975.
It just seems to remind you of every love, every person you ever knew.. and how loneliness feels at night.
In the still of the night
Once again I hold you tight..
Though you're gone,
Your love lives on when moonlight beams
And as long as my heart will beat,
Sweet loved ones we'll always meet..
Here in my deep purple dreams…
To those who miss someone, friends who are departed, or those who lost dear ones in 2018, or to war, or lovers left alone….hum along and sing along…..
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