“Don’t Fence Me In”

Back in 1934, I wasn’t born yet.  Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.  I wasn’t born until 1950.

But I am familiar with a song that was written back in 1934 — Cole Porter wrote a song called “Don’t Fence Me In” (the recording by Bing Crosby and The Andrews Sisters topped the Billboard charts in 1944-45).

I thought of this song the other morning when I was sitting on my front porch (not in a rocking chair just yet – thank you very much!) drinking coffee.  It’s that stream-of-consciousness thing that I do a lot – my mind is going in one direction, and that leads to another thought in a different direction, and then another turn – and, usually, somewhere in there, it leads to a song interlude.


The thing is – I bought a house last July – yes, at my age, I bought a house.  Well, there was that whole first time homebuyer rebate thingy – which I just could not ignore.


Anyway – my house sits on a corner – with a school playground in back and a park in front and a neighbor on only one side.  So. . . when I’m working in my office, I hear the delightful far-off sounds of children playing:


(Okay – there’s a fence – but that’s a good thing around a playground – right?)

And when I’m sitting on my front porch (again – no rocking chair), I see this:

In a neighborhood full of lots of houses and lots of cars, I live on a little piece of heaven on earth.  And I don’t have to pay for it, or water it, or mow it.  Hurray!

Now I just pray that the city doesn’t decide to let some developer destroy the park and build there. 

I know – if I see that happening, I’ll just keep playing this song – really loud – and make them feel bad so they’ll go away.  Yeah – that’s the ticket.

“Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above. . .  Don’t fence me in. . .   Let me ride through the wide open country that I love. . .  Don’t fence me in. . .”

Rocking. . .   Rocking. . .   Rocking. . .   Rocking. . .   Rocking. . .

About grandawn

I live in Stillwater, Oklahoma, USA. I have three wonderful grandchildren. I am a teacher, writer, actor, singer. . . and whatever else I can manage.
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10 Responses to “Don’t Fence Me In”

  1. oldereyes says:

    Thank you for your visit. I like what you’re doing here and will be back when I have time to browse. But really … buying a house at your age? You’re only sixty!

    Bud aka Older Eyes

  2. knittingmaestro says:

    go for the rocking chair…..i LOVE rocking chairs….soothes away the day.

  3. lyndatjie says:

    It would be criminal to destroy such beautiful grounds…. so if they ever contemplate us – let us know and we will all fly over and toyi toyi in protest. This is a dance we do here in South Africa when we want to show our displeasure about anything. Just put on a truly firm undergarment because it can be deadly for bigger busted ladies like me… 😦

    • grandawn says:

      Thank you for this generous offer! 🙂
      I cannot even imagine what the toyi toyi might look like, but I would love to see it. It must be quite interesting if it requires such special costuming.

  4. cindy says:

    You’re lucky grandawn, all I hear are Satan’s geese being strangled today!
    (Hope they never build in your park).

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