Richard, we were traveling the other day when our older son sent a message informing us of Tony Bennett's passing. Both of our boys were young listeners of Mr. Bennett's songs while they were growing up and spending time with their grandparents. Reason! Family members of Mr. Bennett often exchanged within the neighborhoods of my boyhood hometown, which was very similar to RB's Green Town. Everyone appreciated this wonderful musical (and painting) artist's ties with the local folks.
During his childhood, Mr. Bennett shared summer visits with relatives in a quaint rural hamlet in far northern NY, which ironically is located just up the road from our home of today.
“Love what you do and do what you love." RB
"I've never worked a day in my life. I love what I do." TB
Robert William Barker, from a very modest early life, hard-work family ethics, service to his Country, he moved to California to pursue his life's dream, a career in broadcasting!
"Love what you do and do what you love!"
A truly sad day in Margaritaville as Jimmy Buffett leaves us!
Creative Musician, Author, Entrepreneur.
Twenty-two years today........
Though not a literary or political personalty, Mr. Brooks Robinson was One-of-a-Kind! I recall watching in my youth when he performed at the Old Yankee Stadium and the O's were visiting. Quality, true sportsmanship, intense performer, and a lover of the game: how I always considered Mr. Robinson.
He is remembered perfectly here:
"Do what you love, and love what you do!"
Science fiction and fantasy writer Michael Bishop died on November 13, 2023 at the age of 78. Mr. Bishop wrote a fine profile of Ray Bradbury, which was contained in a non-fiction collection of his essays and which provided the name for the book: A REVERIE FOR MISTER RAY. For more information on the life and career of Mr. Bishop, click on the link below:
Is anyone here old enough to remember the terrible date 60 years ago when John F. Kennedy, C. S. Lewis, and Aldous Huxley all passed away on the same day? I would love to hear your memories.
I was two years old and don't know where I was, but when I asked my dad he remarked that I spent a lot of time in my favorite rocking chair then. (Kind of like Kennedy.) The picture I'm using for my Facebook profile today was taken ten days before the assassination during a more innocent time. Dad was a high school English teacher and should have been at school but was home sick lying on the couch with his head wrapped in a towel. We didn't have a working TV and I doubt we even had a radio. A neighbor came in with the news and Dad started up off the couch screaming, "WHAT?" I don't know if they had school off Monday for the funeral but presumably so. Mom went to the neighbors' to watch. My sisters were four months old and I don't know if Dad stayed with us or whether we all went to the neighbors'.
So, in 4th grade at a small parochial school three blocks from our home!
The principal, our strict Sister Superior, came over the classroom announcement speaker with a very solemn voice and asked all classes 1-8 to immediately and quietly move out into the hallway and to line up along the walls next to their doorways. Everyone was in our school colors: dark pants-white shirt-blue school ties; school blue dresses and white blouses. We did not need to be reminded to remain quiet, as the principal had made the request. We had never done such a departure during the day, except when fire-drill practices had us leave the entire building in a highly practiced and coordinated manner.
She walked from her office and continued through the puzzled student body saying nothing until she stopped half way down the entire hallway. A short stout women who directed things quite effectively, she was obviously unsettled. Then she informed us of JFK tragic demise.
At first, there was absolutely no noise to be heard among the more than one hundred children and teachers who had filed out of their classrooms. Immediately, however, sobs, crying, utterances, and shouts of despair filled the school.
We were scurried back into our rooms. School was cancelled for the remainder of the day and the next day as well. Such experiences remain vividly etched in one's mind and spirit....
It was during seventh grade boy's gym class. We were informed by the gym class instructor, a few minutes after the class began, that the entire class had to stay after school for disciplinary reasons because we had been so noisy and rowdy in the locker room while changing into our gym clothes. We then went through the class, and before we went back into the locker room to change into our regular school clothes, our gym class instructor told us that President Kennedy had been shot. He also said that we were no longer required to stay after school, and that we were to return to our homeroom. When we got back there, kids in the classroom were stunned, and some were crying. School was then cancelled for the rest of the day, and all pupils were sent home. It's a vivid memory I'll never forget.
Yes, I've only heard of one school that stayed in session after hearing the news, and that was the high school here in town. The principal informed the teachers who then informed the students. There was at first absolute stunned silence, then they spent the rest of the day talking about what President Kennedy meant to them. As I say, I don't know what was done at the high school where Dad was then teaching. I sometimes wonder what happened to kids in single parent homes or where both parents worked, whether they had to go to a friend's house or something, but then I guess school lets out before most work places anyway.
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