Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The Beatles and Me

 August 1967 my father drove me to LSU in Baton Rouge, Louisiana in a blue Ford station wagon, to begin my Junior year of college and first year away from home.  I was a highly energetic exuberant determined, if not a bit feisty, 19 year old girl, who planned to change the world, if not conquer it along the way.  But, of course, I was lacking a plan and focus.

Luckily for me a sisterhood of like-minded young women, a sorority named Delta Gamma, took a chance on this young girl and day by day helped me find my way in the world and on a large university campus lined with azaleas, roses, magnolias, and towering trees of green.  I found a group of women who accepted me.  For one brief year of my life I was becoming Just Me, not reliant on being the pro's daughter or someone's girlfriend.

I learned how to budget my $5.00 weekly allowance and treated myself to French market donuts from time to time, a paisley scarf from Tiger Town (campus corner), one yellow "A" lined dress from a Baton Rouge department store bought through a lay-a-way plan, and my first record album--Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.  The French market donuts still come and go on my hips; the paisley scarf is gone but others now hang in my closet and on my shoulders; and that Beatles album is still with me, presently at my side, faded and worn, just like I am.

And now I'm 64 and still sing the songs I learned that fall of 1967.  When my family celebrated "birthday greetings with a bottle of wine" last week we all sang the lines:
                             When I get older losing my hair,
                              Many years from now,
                              Will you still be sending me a valentine
                              Birthday greetings bottle of wine?

                             If I'd been out till quarter to three
                             Would you lock the door,
                              Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
                              When I'm sixty-four?
From our youngest member Corey to my husband Jack, we've all lost some hair or watched it gray and from time to time dreamed of staying out till a quarter to three:
                            You'll be older to, (ah ah ah ah ah)
                            And if you say the word,
                            I could stay with you.
Along the way these last forty-four years I've made enough good choices to off set the "heavies."  Three grown capable children and a grandson and grand dogs have come our way.  My journey now is with my husband at my side, like the lyrics saw:
                           I could be handy mending a fuse
                           When your lights have gone
                           You can knit a sweater by the fireside
                           Sunday mornings go for a ride.
How many stories have I already written with this thought:
                           Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
                           Who could ask for more?
                           Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
                            When I'm sixty-four?
Unlike the Beatles I'd rather rent a condo in sunny California, Arizona, or the Gulf of Mexico:
                            Every summer we can rent a cottage
                            In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too drear
                            We shall scrimp and save
                            Grandchildren on your knee
                            Isaac, Chuck, and Dave
I knew when I met him that I loved him more than I dreamed possible, but was that enough with a family to raise?      
                            Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
                            Stating point of view.
                            Indicate precisely what you mean to say
                            Your sincerely, Wasting Away
We filled in a form July 30, 1983 in Las Vegas that read "Mine for evermore:"
                            Give me your answer, fill in a form
                             Mine for evermore
                             Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
                             When I'm sixty-four???

So here we are at 64 and 65, and it's getting better all the time with a little help from our friends.,


1 comment:

  1. Letty...Did you see my post 2011 fall maybe in November after my 64th birthday? I made up my own verses to When I'm 64! I saw the Beatles live and in person at the Seattle Coliseum in 1964. The ticket was $5.00.