Saturday, October 7, 2017

TURNING BACK THE CLOCK

Some time ago when I was going through my weed-out, throw-out, organize phase I came across some old videotapes of shows and performances I did as far back as 27-29 years ago. Videotapes being obsolete, I asked my brother-in-law, Jim, to record them all on a thumb drive when he found the time.  Today he brought those he had finished and my husband and I had a ball watching a portion of them.  What a Hoot!

I can't tell you how much I enjoyed seeing the younger me doing all the things I did then, singing like I can't any longer, wearing the "fabulous" polyester everything, sequin bejeweled, shoulder-padded performing outfits and having an absolutely fantastic time doing it. It would have been so easy to become depressed over how I looked and sounded then as compared to now, but rather I thoroughly loved the experience and I realized that it was a gift to be able to relive those years.

A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE
By Patty Lynn


You see an object, have a thought, it sparks a memory.
You ponder it and then it leaves but for a moment see…
Just how the past has shaped the now, the person you’ve become,
Sometimes it lingers, and sometimes not, but often leaves you crumbs…

Of how you were and how you looked, for nothing stays the same.
And whether lasting or abrupt, a trip down memory lane.
That’s what I’d call the trip I took today as I could see…
Some people, places, things I did that shaped & molded me.

Let me explain just how I took this trip not many can.
I watched recordings of myself made over quite a span.
These were performance videos of me in different settings,
From church shows to the theatre, loved how the years were shedding.

Amazing how your body changes in twenty-seven years,
The waist expands, the wrinkles come, the worst of aging fears.
But that’s exactly what I found when watching on the screen…
A ME from all those years ago, what’s happened in-between...

T’was obvious but matters not, in truth an education.
You see how much you’ve changed and yet there’s no point in fixation.
Time marches on and we can’t change the changes that will come,

But living in that skin again, I’ve got to say was fun.



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