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. . .
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
Hi, oldereyes – So nice to see you. You’re right – we’re still young! I look forward to reading more of your insights, also.
go for the rocking chair…..i LOVE rocking chairs….soothes away the day.
Little old grandawn sittin’ on the porch a rockin’. Hmmm. . . Maybe I could write a song.
or at least a rap…..!
boom – cha-ca-la-ca-la-ca — boom – cha-ca-la-ca-la-ca — Oh, wait! That’s not rap.
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… 😦
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.
You’re lucky grandawn, all I hear are Satan’s geese being strangled today!
(Hope they never build in your park).
Oh, my dear!! I am so sorry for you! What an ordeal.