Mrs. Brown

I was reminded this morning of a woman I knew as a child. I was a mere 9 years old and in the Girl Scouts, or maybe it was Brownies. It’s been quite a number of years so my memory is a bit foggy.

Mrs. Brown worked at the elementary school as a yard duty lady. She also volunteered to transport us girls when the Girl Scouts (or Brownies) went on field trips. She was a very nice woman and she was easy to talk to. She loved all of the kids and didn’t play favorites. She was very pretty, at least in my 9 year old mind. Maybe she wasn’t so pretty. The memory thing, you know. But there’s one thing I do remember quite clearly and that was Mrs. Brown’s daughter.

I don’t recall the girl’s name but she was a year behind me. Please know that I feel absolutely awful thinking this but that girl was hideous! She was the ugliest kid I had ever seen! She was skinny with crooked legs and crooked teeth. One of her eyes was a bit cock-eyed which I learned years later was commonly referred to as lazy eye. Her long brown hair looked as though she never brushed it, complete with what we called a ‘rat’s nest’. She was so ugly even a 9 year old girl like me recognized it.

Now don’t go being all bitchy at me for this because a) I was just a little girl and b) I was nice to her. I tried to hang with her on the playground because she didn’t have any friends. She seemed to be very sad all the time so I did things and said things to make her laugh. One day, I snuck a comb and hair pick out of the house (because they were my mother’s) and brought them to school so I could comb the ugly little girl’s hair. I shudder to think that we could have gotten lice but I had no idea at the time!

At recess, I brought out the comb and pick and started grooming myself and the ugly little girl said, “Hey, that’s neat. Is it a comb?” She was referring to the hair pick and I told her what it was called. I asked her if she wanted me to do her hair and that we could play hairdresser! She was thrilled. So, I combed her hair…little by little, first with the pick and then with the comb and then with the pick and so on and so on. This took 2 recesses but her hair was combed and I actually had the forethought to grab a rubber band out of my desk before the second recess so I could braid the ugly little girl’s hair. She was so proud of her braided hair and I told her she was pretty; I think she felt pretty, too.

I snuck the comb and pick back into the house when I got home from school that day and put them in a weird place so my mom would find them and wonder how they got there. I found out my mom went nuts looking for that hair pick because that’s what she used on her permed hair! I laughed to myself because I visualized my mom frantically looking for that damn pick and most likely all day long! I could tell when she found the comb and pick because I could hear her laugh from across the house. I pretended to not have a care in the world and ran outside to play!

Anyway, this morning I heard this song on the radio as I skipped through the channels and I couldn’t help but think of Mrs. Brown and her ugly little daughter. Of course, the words I heard in my head as the song played were, “Mrs. Brown, you’ve got an ugly daughter!” Enjoy the song!

Earworm – Who Are The People In Your Neighborhood?

Dad and I were having a conversation on Saturday, about what I don’t even remember now. The phrase ‘in the neighborhood’ came up and all of a sudden this song was in my brain… It’s still stuck in my brain! It’s funny how childhood memories pop up and stick. Do you remember this song?

Earworm – Canned Heat

I woke up this morning and my brain started singing this song. I haven’t heard it in a very long time, but there it was. Stuck. Playing over and over again in my mind. The funny thing is, that when I hear it, I see Kermit the Frog in my mind. This guy sounds like Kermit (to me anyway) and when I was a kid I thought it was Kermit! Is it just me? 

Here’s Canned Heat with Going Up The Country from 1970:

Have a great week, y’all!

Earworm – God Bless The USA

I woke up this morning with a few scattered thoughts and this song on my mind. I can only hope things will get better soon. I wish everyone would stop and think about what our flag represents. Think about those who died for our right to protest and to speak freely. Think about other countries who have governments that rule with an iron fist; where citizens have little to no rights. Think about our Great Nation, the USA, and what it would be like if we were to come under dictatorial rule. What would happen if we lost the rights we have become so used to having? We take our rights for granted, don’t you think? We must stand together now and hold the American Flag high.

Being a Patriot is about standing up for the Constitution of The United States of America, supporting our government, and standing up for our country as a whole, not just certain groups of people. Our government is not perfect, by a long shot, but change must come about peacefully and according to our laws. Let us unite and fix what is broken instead of ripping it completely apart.

Earworm – Thunderstruck

I woke up this morning with the guitar riff from this song in my head. I’ve always liked AC/DC and if I dare say, I’ve been more of an AC/DC fan than a Led Zeppelin fan. That doesn’t mean I don’t like Led Zeppelin, but if given the choice I’ll pick AC/DC first. I’m not sure why this particular song was in my head, but here it is – to get stuck in your head, too. Enjoy!