My maternal Grandmother is rapidly losing her mental capacity, and in return she is gaining a sense of never-before-mellow, which is amazing. She probably doesn't remember this story, but I find it hilarious and briefly blog-worthy.
In the early 1950s, before my mom's birth, Grandma fancied herself an up-and-coming pop star. She would write cheesy love ballads, record them and send her demos to record companies. Although she never heard back from any of the companies, several years later she began hearing her lyrics on the radio, in pop songs sung by greats like Nat King Cole!!
For example: Big band standard, "The Party's Over."
The part I think is the funniest is how sappy the lyrics are:
"They've burst your pretty balloon
And taken the moon away
It's time to wind up the masquerade
Just make your mind up, the piper must be paid.
Now you must wake up, all dreams must end
Take off your makeup, the party's over
It's all over, my friend."
Complete lyrics here.
Does this story contain fact or fiction? Who knows. My mom swears she recently saw old notes in my grandparents' handwriting from the early fifties, with all sorts of swoon-inducing, pop-cheesy love poetry. "Yep, that was grandma!" says my mom. Sadly, we're probably beyond the cognitive point at which my grams could actually weigh in. Until I hear otherwise, though, I'm sticking to it.
Over and out!
