Barbara J. Hamby

sign-up for our email list

Nostalgia Night

Today I researched some writing contests and printed copies of the guidelines for future reference. I also typed a short memoir article into the computer. I had found a copy of it that was written in 1998 and apparently didn’t get transferred on to the computers I’m using now.

I’m not sure it’s worth the time I’d have to invest to try to stay on top of everything I’ve ever written and make sure nothing gets lost. I’ll leave that to any heirs who might think it’s important.

Tonight we went to a baked potato supper at the clubhouse. It was combined with a pie-baking contest, so there were many delicious looking homemade pies. The slice of lemon meringue that I had was excellent. It was obviously made with real lemons and zest. There were many condiments to dress up the baked potatoes, as well as chili to go along with them.

The entertainer sang for an hour, mostly Patsy Cline songs, and all songs of a bygone era when many of us were young. A glance around the large room revealed most of the audience with faraway looks in their eyes. She encouraged us to sing along on a couple of songs, which some of us did.

I came home and watched a weird production of Chicago on television. Maybe Chicago is just a weird story; I’m not familiar with it. This version had the flavor of the movie musicals I remember from my youth. I remember going to movies with a group of friends on the bus (we didn’t have cars in World War II). After the show, we would sing and dance in the street while we waited for our bus. I particularly remember my pitiful imitation of Judy Garland in Meet Me in St. Louis. I think I’ll skip attempting to imitate Patsy Cline.