Recalling Old Memories

 

Recalling Old Memories

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Many times when you meet with old friends you still adore,
Old memories surface about those great times we had galore.
As we talk together, we feel like we are much younger again.
Wishing we were back when we did those fun things back then.

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Recalling Old Memories

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Yesterday, we stopped in to see Gene and Linda once more,
After attending Sarah’s Dance Recital that we did so adore.
We reminisced about all the good times we had with the Misques,
And discussed all of each other’s current family related news.

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Linda and Gene in their Sunday Go To Meeting clothes feeling a little frisky.

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Linda had fallen and broken her femur after we were last there,
And now had a metal rod screwed into her upper leg, I do swear.
She was still on a walker but not too mobile at this point in time.
Linda is now in good spirits and seemed to be doing just fine.

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Linda with one of her character bunnies. Gene did the woodwork and Linda designed the character.  I believe this is the paper delivery bunny.

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Gene was doing great and said he was feeling so very good.
He remembers all the fun times from our past like he should.
We laughed out loud til we cried telling stories from our past,
About the clogging fun we had together when life was so fast.

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Gene in his brand new Misque shirt right after we kicked off Misques and the Cuties.

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Gene told a story of an exhibition dance at Collinsville one day,
When Wanda’s boobs were bouncing as clogging, he did say.
Jeanie told her too get a support bra or she would have to go.
While Gene and I recalled enjoying that fine bouncing clog show.

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imageT – Town Country Cloggers dancing an exhibition dance at Collinsville in the Silver Dollar Cafe.  I’m watching Wanda’s boobs bounce and Jeanie seems to be looking up in disgust. .

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I told a story of clogging at Nowata one sunny day in the street,
When we smelled a putrid fart odor as we clogged with our feet.
I accused Gene and he said it was me releasing that bad gas,
Later Erlene said that gas was coming out of R. L.’s little ass.

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Dang Linda, Gene cut the cheese again. We may have to shut this thing down awhile to clear the air.

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Linda recalled an exhibition dance at the Square Dance Fling,
When I peeked, everyone seemed to be doing their own thing,
I thought we were free styling so I took off with some wild steps,
They had really lost it and we’re watching me for some help.

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When we danced at the State Square Dance Festival in Tulsa, I was thinking “Well, I guess everyone’s doing their own thing, lets free style a while.”

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Linda recalled a time that we clogged at a latge Vanita festival,
When we followed a small band with 3 young boys not too tall.
Those boys named Hanson achieved big national music glory.
Linda told everyone the Hanson’ s opened for us as her story.

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The Hansons who opened for us that day we clogged at the Vanita festival.

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Gene and I recalled dancing several places with lots of free beer.
We clogged our little hearts out for the audiences who did cheer,
There was The Governors Conference at the Discovery Land,
October Fest and Gilcrease Museum, all with free beer so grand,

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.At October Fest, they gave us a dressing trailer with a keg of beer inside for anyone that was thirsty. It was a fun one for sure.

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Pam recalled once at Woolaroc Park when it was so hot.
At 102 degrees dancing out on the stage in the hot sun a lot.
The next year they gave us an air conditioned trailer so cool.
That we shared with a girl in a bear costume starting to drool.

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We were about to melt down dancing on that hot stage at Woolaroc Kid’s Festival.

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What fun we had talking about old times with our true friends,
We wish that those times we had back then would never end.
But Father time keeps rolling on and we have all gotten so old.
Yet those great memories we still have will never grow cold.

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By Bill

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Thanks for reading Recalling Old Memories,
Bill