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10/19/2020 22:28:48

“Remind yourself:


You can only deal with the present moment.


Everything else is a memory, a hope or a fear.”


~ Unknown ~










10/19/2020 22:23:59
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10/19/2020 22:09:20


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10/19/2020 21:31:37

It's a beautiful start to the new week - mild temps and lots of sun.  Had all the windows open to air the house out.  Would you believe I'm still unpacking - just a bit more to go.  Have a wonderful evening.  Hugs, Wendyhalloween myspace facebook orkut friendster comments



10/19/2020 21:20:09


Sweetie!


Do you like sailors?


"A girl in every port!"


But Oh! Boy! They are so attractive in their blue bell bottoms!


I can see why they are in demand!


MUAH!


Love always, Annette, "That's All!"


Recorded in: 1929

Annette Hanshaw was a popular singer and radio star of the 1920s and
early Thirties who had many Jazz overtones in her singing style. She
stepped out of her role of a torch singer and improvised and had a great
deal of swing that harkened to the Big Band singers of the 1930s. She
was viewed by the public as the epitome of a flapper. Many of her early
records feature many of the hot White players of the day like Red
Nichols, Miff Mole, Phil Napoleon, Joe Venuti, Eddie Lang, Adrian
Rollini, Vic Berton, Benny Goodman, Jimmy Dorsey, Tommy Dorsey and Jack
Teagarden. Hanshaw was billed as "The Personality Girl," and her
trademark was girlishly saying "That's all" at the end of a lot of her
records. Hanshaw recorded under a number of pseudonyms which included
Ethel Bingham, Dot Dare, Gay Ellis, Marion Lee, Janet Shaw, Lelia
Sandford and Patsy Young. Annette never thought much of her abilities as
a singer and retired from showbiz in 1937.


acc. by the New Englanders: ? Charlie Spivak, t / tb / Jimmy Dorsey,
cl, as / Hymie Wolfson, cl, ts / ? Ben Selvin, vn / Arthur Schutt, p /
Tony Colucci, g / ? Hank Stern, bb / Stan King, d. New York, May 31,
1929.


Annette Hanshaw sings, "Am I Blue," from the from the motion picture, "On With
The Show," which featured Ethel Waters, Betty Compson, Joe E. Brown and
Arthur Lake. The film was the first sound motion picture filmed in
color although only black and white copies survived. The film had been
adapted from the musical, "The Broadway Melody." Annette recorded her
version on the Harmony, Diva, Puritone and
Velvetone labels.


Annette Hanshaw - Am I Blue (1929)




       

       
       
       



10/19/2020 21:00:53

Hiya friend:


Embrace the new week with a lotta of good energy and positive thoughts.   It's a good start angel!






10/19/2020 19:43:46

Evening., nice fall day.,

i voted  early for president  today got that  over with. made Italian stew for dinner tonight.

hope you monday  was great.. and i hope you have a wonderful night'   Hugs  June



10/19/2020 19:14:48

Good night. Time to relax. Thanks for the comments shared.


Ah! Le seul moment de la journée que je kiffe ,  au moins ici j'ai pas à supporter les crises de ma patronne ... 😊😊



10/19/2020 18:59:15


Gabriella la gatta

Here's Wishing You An Absolutely Purrrfect Week



10/19/2020 16:21:02

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10/19/2020 15:58:05

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10/19/2020 15:26:15

hello, I wish you a good start. week,

week, happy with smiles, and joys, 

take care,kisses,maria




10/19/2020 15:05:29

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10/19/2020 14:11:58


Hello dear friend!!
I wish you have an excellent afternoon//Evening!!
I wish you a great day in your life!!
Enjoy and be happy forever!!
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10/19/2020 13:41:21

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10/19/2020 13:37:53

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10/19/2020 13:37:00


The 80's


They are an American pop rock band


that formed in Los Angeles, California, in 1981.


The band recorded several singles


that reached the U.S. top 10 during the 1980s,


including "Manic Monday"



Can You Name This Band?


♪♫•*¨*• Happy Manic Monday ♪♫•*¨*•


♪♫•*¨*• XO ♪♫•*¨*•




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10/19/2020 11:55:57

The Old Phone . . . could you please tell me how to spell fix?

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighbourhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbour. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlour and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlour and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information."

"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

"Can you open the icebox?" she asked. I said I could.

"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better. Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."

"Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialled my hometown operator and said, "Information Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "Information." I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now." I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls." I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, Information." I asked for Sally.

"Are you a friend?" she said.

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."  Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Paul?" "Yes." I answered.

"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you."

The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others and whose life you have touched today!

Author Unknown

The thing is.... we are all made of Love but sometimes that love gets smothered by sadness and fear and we need to take some time away from everything to ~ Find Ourselves Again 
LOVE AND BLESSINGS ....CAROL ANNE..
 



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