tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post3244524932550715233..comments2024-02-15T13:56:20.783-05:00Comments on Mamma Loves...: The Day My Music DiedAmie Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12317241081653904332noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-9170633056343331582007-08-22T11:36:00.000-04:002007-08-22T11:36:00.000-04:00I don't remember that moment at all, but I do reme...I don't remember that moment at all, but I do remember discussing his death at my Grandma's house. She replied when told about the death, "Well, I never liked him anyway." Yeah. She was an odd duck and that quote stuck in my head. In fact it stuck in everyone's head, and it's become a family joke used when people say oddly inappropriate things.Kellyologyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16431369740339820876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-29614174043377581172007-08-20T19:31:00.000-04:002007-08-20T19:31:00.000-04:00This is a neat memory..This is a neat memory..gailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17831743139790832998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-24988739828564943592007-08-20T17:35:00.000-04:002007-08-20T17:35:00.000-04:00i can't remember any pop icons like that from my c...i can't remember any pop icons like that from my childhood. although i do remember the Big Deal when Lennon died, i wasn't truly aware of what that meant until much later (even though i listened to the beatles, i was young enough that i didn't quite make the connection).<BR/><BR/>but you really captured a poignant moment here. enjoyed reading it.<BR/><BR/>becky<BR/>misspriss.orgbecky shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00038518675588823643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-7011942902766036562007-08-20T12:37:00.000-04:002007-08-20T12:37:00.000-04:00Isn't it weird how things like that stay with you?...Isn't it weird how things like that stay with you? I was at camp and it was raining so we were stuck in our cabin doing crafts, listening to the radio. When the news came on that Elvis was dead, I remember one of my counselors crying and leaving the room, while the other tried to explain to a bunch of 11-year-olds who he was and why it mattered so much. I can still hear that rain on the roof.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-69924567251728048262007-08-20T00:19:00.000-04:002007-08-20T00:19:00.000-04:00What? Elvis is dead? I remember Elvis' death ... i...What? Elvis is dead? <BR/><BR/>I remember Elvis' death ... it was all over the news, and all I did back then was watch television. My mom didn't much like Elvis. All she did was complain about him.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02737980462115396236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-15903038575186795282007-08-19T21:55:00.000-04:002007-08-19T21:55:00.000-04:00i could very well have been in naugatuck right the...i could very well have been in naugatuck right then, but don't remember. today some alzheimers patients were asking me for his middle name (crossword clue) - so I googled it. fyi, it's aaron.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-22611334082588543572007-08-19T12:30:00.000-04:002007-08-19T12:30:00.000-04:00I remember absorbing that news, with my grandma, a...I remember absorbing that news, with my grandma, and I remember her making me say a prayer for him.:)QThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15544956727530046973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-63165024813110639022007-08-19T07:55:00.000-04:002007-08-19T07:55:00.000-04:00Elvis Pretzel? LOL!I do not remember that day, alt...Elvis Pretzel? LOL!<BR/><BR/>I do not remember that day, although I clearly remember that year, and have similar memories of riding in the car with my mom. Hard to believe it was 30 years ago?!??karriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02296823423014444325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-24241773744621177922007-08-18T20:48:00.000-04:002007-08-18T20:48:00.000-04:00Isn't it amazing how clearly we can remember certa...Isn't it amazing how clearly we can remember certain aspects of history -- even as small children. Amazing.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08527762200993175239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-1853401109724522072007-08-17T18:19:00.000-04:002007-08-17T18:19:00.000-04:00I have a memory like this of John Lennon's death. ...I have a memory like this of John Lennon's death. <BR/><BR/>My mother cried like a girl.<BR/><BR/>It was cold and night, that I remember.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11342425698876916791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-78211147113191388732007-08-17T17:25:00.000-04:002007-08-17T17:25:00.000-04:00I don't remember Elvis. I was 5.I remember when R...I don't remember Elvis. I was 5.<BR/><BR/>I remember when Ronald Reagan was shot. I was 9 then. I remember my mom and dad staring at the little black and white 15" television we had, and the quiet.<BR/><BR/>I was scared that if someone could kill the president, they could kill me too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-22925628769312185612007-08-17T16:41:00.000-04:002007-08-17T16:41:00.000-04:00It's one of those moments that you'll always remem...It's one of those moments that you'll always remember -- like the day JFK died or 9/11. You'll always remember that day, what you were doing, little bits about it...it becomes part of your personal history.mamatuliphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02692442843330582571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-21786379817648160892007-08-17T16:37:00.000-04:002007-08-17T16:37:00.000-04:00I remember my mom crying about it, and then saving...I remember my mom crying about it, and then saving EVERY clipping that came out in the papers in our dining room hutch drawer.<BR/><BR/>A lot of moms must have walked in a fog that day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-63001697399517692162007-08-17T15:26:00.000-04:002007-08-17T15:26:00.000-04:00I was laying on my stomach, reading a book and lis...I was laying on my stomach, reading a book and listening to the radio in the little attic clubhouse my sister and I had over the garage. It was hot and dry and stuffy. I remember being shocked and sad. He always looked young when we watched his movies on the "4:00 Afternoon Movie." I still think of him as young and glossy...Karen Smitheyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04584636153202712192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-47093176223106875732007-08-17T15:12:00.000-04:002007-08-17T15:12:00.000-04:00Great story, Mamma. It is interesting how we keep...Great story, Mamma. It is interesting how we keep memories.Jennifer https://www.blogger.com/profile/08191366421121919596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-74554155932359464312007-08-17T14:49:00.000-04:002007-08-17T14:49:00.000-04:00Isn't it something how some moments in our lives c...Isn't it something how some moments in our lives can stick with us so vividly our entire lives?Slackermommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03865649499682881722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-9794026284978772112007-08-17T12:23:00.000-04:002007-08-17T12:23:00.000-04:00I remember vague things about that day. I know wh...I remember vague things about that day. I know where we lived. I remember hearing about it on the tv news...OhTheJoyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05031731198115388411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-85223110703107664802007-08-17T12:04:00.000-04:002007-08-17T12:04:00.000-04:00Amazing how those flasbulb memories stay with us, ...Amazing how those flasbulb memories stay with us, isn't it? And how we remember every detail: the temperature of the air, the feel of the seat underneath of us, the color of our shirts. Beautifully written.<BR/><BR/>Now put your drinking shoes on.krishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08114834927750007107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-23446818030227748622007-08-17T11:58:00.000-04:002007-08-17T11:58:00.000-04:00We heard it on TV. When I found out he died in the...We heard it on TV. When I found out he died in the bathroom, I thought the bathroom was a very scary place from then on.Marty, a.k.a. canapehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15061361665908074413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-71114215590917474262007-08-17T11:34:00.001-04:002007-08-17T11:34:00.001-04:00Great post.... you made ME remember the exact time...Great post.... you made ME remember the exact time I heard the news too. In my brother's huge gas-guzzler, driving to my then-boyfriend, now-husband's place. A day I'll never forget either.<BR/><BR/>And I had to LOL at your phone number part. We too, have a number very similar to the nearby hardware store and get calls all the time for them.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01797167028822330935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-443748741777140422007-08-17T11:34:00.000-04:002007-08-17T11:34:00.000-04:00This, for me, was like when John Lennon died. I w...This, for me, was like when John Lennon died. I was playing in our living room and my mom's best friend called to tell her. I couldn't hear the other end of the conversation, but I watched my mother put her back to the wall and slide to the groud and just sob. After she hung up, we pulled out her records and listened to song after song while she shared memories that were attached to each and every one for her. It too has stayed with me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-9191110842917471352007-08-17T11:15:00.000-04:002007-08-17T11:15:00.000-04:00You know, I remember that too. I was at a friend'...You know, I remember that too. I was at a friend's house & we heard it on the radio & her mother started to cry. I remember it vividly too.Lawyer Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06819273107327846943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-35265016881165595642007-08-17T10:32:00.000-04:002007-08-17T10:32:00.000-04:00what a vivid post - there are these moments in his...what a vivid post - there are these moments in history that stand out and we remember exactly what we were doing and where we were. i loved reading this.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-2543943579252874152007-08-17T08:44:00.000-04:002007-08-17T08:44:00.000-04:00My mom was SO upset - she has every recording of h...My mom was SO upset - she has every recording of his.<BR/><BR/>And now I'm near Waterbury... by a few minutes...<BR/><BR/>Come over for coffee sometime? xoxoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022138.post-68568790830206701352007-08-17T08:29:00.000-04:002007-08-17T08:29:00.000-04:00Jeez. My mother cried and cried...I thought he was...Jeez. My mother cried and cried...I thought he was a family member the way she was crying so hard....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com