Sunday, October 2, 2011

A Day Late. . .

I couldn't think of anything memorable to write yesterday. So I thought I would write this today. My Mother recorded this song on an early (1940's) self-recording contraption. The booth was usually in a Dime Store or Drug Store. It was a very small, flimsy 78 rpm that seemed to go by in a second or two. But it did have the whole song on it. I remember playing it on a tiny portable phonograph when we lived in a flat on Lafayette. I also remember asking Mom to "play your record" at Winona. Unfortunately, we lost track of it after the move to Tholozan. So, read (or sing along) to one of my Mother's favorite songs:

Somebody loves me, I wonder who
I wonder who he can be
Somebody needs me, I wish I knew
Who he can be worries me.

Every guy who passes by, I shout,
"Hey maybe you were meant to be my lovin' baby"
Somebody loves me, I wonder who
Maybe it's you.

Miss you quite a bit.