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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Grease Is The Word

For my seventh birthday, I asked for and got(!) my very own record player!!

It was sweet.

My father painstakingly went over how to handle a record and place in on the turntable and how to gently set the needle on the vinyl without scratching it.

I was in heaven. I finally had my own a stereo system in MY room all set up on cement blocks and lumbar yard wood, which even today I think would look very cool.

My first record was the
Grease soundtrack.

I played those records (it was a double set, remember?) to DEATH. I knew every word to every song and made up dances based on the one single time I had seen the movie in the theater. I was just like every other little girl in 1979.

Only, I had a mother with very bad eyesight.

Remember the album cover? How could you not, it's iconic! Dreamy greaser Danny, the original good girl good bad Sandy and a pencil.
I remember it as if it happened yesterday...

My mother came into my bedroom, probably without knocking and caught me shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yipitty boom de boom-ing to We Go Together and saw the pencil, jumped to conclusions and then started yelling at me about writing on the album cover and not taking care of the things she and my dad had given me, etc., etc. Once she calmed down we had a good laugh. Well, my dad and I did.

C'mon mom, there are worse things I could do, but deface my precious LP? Never!

The best is yet to be.

I don't know if it's allowed, but this is my second post this week for Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop - Prompt #4: The craziest reason I ever got in trouble as a child.

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Anonymous Paula said...

Hi - followed your link from Twitter, it's the first time I've seen the writing workshop. I LOVED this album, knew every word fact you could say I was hopelessly devoted to it ;)

August 12, 2010 at 4:56 AM  
Blogger Reluctant Writer said...

lol that was funny. Im sure as a mom I've had those moments. Than later on said to myself why did I get mad over that?! lol

I'm following you from the Writer's Workshop. I hope you have a great day.

August 12, 2010 at 5:06 AM  
Blogger furygirl3132 said...

Hello! I saw your post on Twitter about how close you were to 100 followers, so I had to come over to become your newest follower! I look forward to reading more of your blog. Have a wonderful day!


August 12, 2010 at 5:18 AM  
Blogger CM said...

Ha! I love that soundtrack!

I saw your tweet and now I'm your 98th follower on here, and then I'll go follow on Twitter too! Nice to meet ya! :-)

@CM_alittlelilac and

August 12, 2010 at 5:38 AM  
Blogger Gigi said...

I was 11, and did the same thing!!! I played the death out of those two LPs!!!

I was thinking about the record yesterday, because they're doing a new Grease sing-along party thing in movie theaters soon. I was thinking about hwo some of the lyrics would NOT be considered appropriate for a girl that age to listen to. My mom didn't care a whit. Funny.

August 12, 2010 at 5:53 AM  
Blogger Kristina Churchill said...

Loved that album! I new every word from every song!
In camp we would go up on stage and reenact those scenes!

Thanks for the memeories...


August 12, 2010 at 5:54 AM  
Blogger Sherri said...

I thought the same thing Gigi said! My daughter is almost 12, and when I was singing along to Summer Lovin' I suddenly felt like makin' out under the dock was innappropriate.

Tonya, I love that you actually had a record player. They are quite hard to explain to the young ones, I'm finding!

August 12, 2010 at 8:48 AM  
Blogger liz said...

i LOVED Grease, too! I remember re-enacting that song (we go together) a zillion times and even watching the movie a zillion times.

August 12, 2010 at 11:47 AM  
Anonymous Kristin @ Peace, Love and Muesli said...

Grease was very very first album too. Though I am pretty sure I had an 8 track, then the cassette later.
My girls have been listening to Beezus and Ramona by Beverly Cleary read by Stockard Channing. It's hard for me to listen and not burst into song.

August 12, 2010 at 5:28 PM  
Blogger Lindsay Williams said...

Grease is my FAVORITE movie of ALL TIME!! I can remember the first time I watched it, I was 8 years old and stayed home sick from school. It was a "grown-up" movie my mom & dad watched the night before, but my mom let me watch it! :) I was hooked! To this day, when a sound from the sound-track comes on the radio when I'm driving, I sing it at the top of my lungs!

August 14, 2010 at 4:20 PM  
Blogger Leah said...

Mom and Dad loved telling me this story too.. It cracked them up!

I do love Grease as well and I might be going to that Grease Sing-A-Long that they are doing in some theaters now! : )

August 19, 2010 at 8:58 PM  

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