Run, Run Fast, and Runaway

Different music artists in my formative years are plastered in my memory. Some of their recordings make me happy, just humming tunes and recalling some of the lyrics.

Bobby Vee... I always loved Go Away Little Girl.

 Bobby Vee died in 2017 at age 73 years, from Alzheimer's.

Sigh.  Bobby Vee made many teenage girls sigh.  

The Beatles had their own song, Run for Your Life, Little Girl. I never listened to the lyrics until recently.  Creepy.

Run fast, Little Girl.

Del Shannon was famous with My Little Runaway. The organ riff was famous at the time.

Where did this Runaway Girl go?  Why?

So, there you have it.  

Bobby Vee wanted a girl to go away before he begged her to stay. 

Beatles were stalkers, promised to behead the girl if she left. 

Del Shannon wondered why his girl ran away. 

These narcissistic men viewed these girls as objects, didn't they understand that? 

Obviously, all girls need to watch themselves and ask serious questions about any guy who is controlling and possessive. They should consider cross-country training.

First Date

It begins so early, when a boy and girl meet.  Their eyes connect, hormones rise to the top, and tuh-duh!  It all goes from there.

Grandson Benjamin and unknown floozy

But, must it start so early?  When both are still in diapers/nappies?  When running without falling is an accomplishment?  When words are understood by the parents, and few other people?

I guess it does.

Running is the only option...

Glued to the television, that’s all I can say about this movie.  I was glued in 1967.

A safari guide ** takes several snotty English men into the African bush to go hunting.  Before the party can proceed any further to kill hapless big game, they must gift the local friendly tribe with some coins.  Beads maybe.  Some yards of cloth.  Whatever.

But, as one could have been seen coming, the lead Colonel Idiot insults the chief, claiming we don’t owe them nothin’ or something equally obnoxious.

Source: Poppcock!

Oh, it goes badly.  So very badly.  The guide was the only white man who treated the chief with respect and had tried to convince the English-I’m-better-than-you Colonel to do what he should do.

Source

 The English men were horribly tortured and killed.  Because the tribe respected the guide, they gave him the privilege of running to safety, with six of the tribe’s best hunters after him.  If he made it to safety at the “fort”, then he lived. And therein lay the adventure.

The guide is played by** actor Cornel de Wilde, the movie is “The Naked Prey”.  Although it did not receive great reviews, this film entertains and Cornel de Wilde did his own running and stunts.

Would you be: the English man (?), the runner, the hunters, or just some person in the fort who opens the door for Cornel de Wilde?

Personally I'd be in the fort.

Wednesday Words: Fanny

Source: alexbruda

Fanny blinked at the early morning sunlight.  Another day, just like all the others…

She would go along, doing her job, making frequent starts and stops.  And always always hearing the same clattering and chattering.  ‘This is such a plodding bore, Fanny reflected.  The weight of her servitude lay upon her, heavy as cast iron.

Fanny over-heard Harold talking with Maude as he poured his coffee.  She could barely catch the conversation without being obvious, but she did distinctly heard three very important words:  slaughter house and glue.

Desperation gripped her.

Fanny kicked down the rotten stall door and took off running at a pace she did not realize she still possessed.

As the green rolling pastures passed beneath her hooves, Fanny recalled an old stallion named Big Boy, a stud from days gone by.  ‘Big Boy, get ready!  Here I come!’

Estrus cannot be denied.

Source: just4you

Thank you, Delores, for another set of challenging words.  Please go to Under the Porch Light to find other writers who have heard the call and written some creative posts!

Let's keep on playing!

I remember the day I stopped being a kid.  It is as clear in my mind as a crystal ball.

It was the beginning of August, and I was ten years old.  Mom’s newest “Redbook” magazine had arrived and I was reading a short story.  It was hot, the kind of heat that sapped whatever energy one has left in a hot afternoon.  I was sitting in my grandfather’s old rocker, a big burgundy leather rocker that wraps around the sitter and makes it hard to summon the will to stand up. The living room was darker, now that the sun had moved over to the west side of the house.

That was when my brother Robert came in the house to get a drink of water.  He was dripping sweat.  Our youngest brother Bill was on the porch and wanting us to come out to play ‘spies’.  Robert wandered into the room and looked down at me. 

I could feel him, smell him.  I was furious at him for teasing me that morning when we were chasing each other.  He had long fast legs, and I had short legs that ran like they were stuck in mud.  I was furious because I always was the 'bad guy', the one who got shot & died, the one who got tagged. So, I ignored him, let him stand there glaring down at me.

“Whatcha doin’, Sis?”

“Reading, that is what I am doing.”

“Wanta come out and play ‘spies’ with me and Bill?”

That was the pivotal moment, that one right there. 

I didn’t even look up at him.  I sniffed, and turned a page in the magazine.  “I’m too old to play ‘spies’ anymore.  I am too old to play at all.” 

Robert waited and waited, expecting me to jump any moment, and take off running.  Then, he turned and left the room.  I heard the screen door slam, and heard him tell Bill that I wasn’t going to play anymore.

A few days later, I got up in the morning and found the signs of my first menstruation.  I ran downstairs and told Mom, who showed me what to do.  ‘I guess I really am grown-up’ I mused. 

But, at this time period of my life, I want to go back to that pivotal moment and change it.  I want to say, “Sure!  Let’s play ‘spies’ and I get to be Natasha!”  I want to tell Robert, “I’m sorry—I stopped the game too early!  I want to keep playing!  I was wrong!”

If only I had looked into that crystal ball and seen ahead.  If only the game never ended.  If only we had run and chased long into the night.  If only....