We were visiting my in-laws a couple of weeks ago. Fiddledaddy came into the kitchen to show me a DVD he found on his parent’s media shelf. They have great entertainment over at the House of Grandfiddle. We borrow DVDs all the time. It’s better than the library.
And they hardly ever charge me with a late fee.
The DVD that has been in their home, without my knowledge, is “The Donny and Marie Christmas Show.” Circa 1978. I grabbed it out of his hand and shoved it in my purse.
“Let’s get outta here before they miss it!” I stage whisper, not letting the screen door hit me on the way out.
A busy couple of days followed, so it sat untouched on my kitchen counter. Just so that I could admire the cover while I slaved away in the kitchen.
Emme wandered through the kitchen and spotted it. Picking it up, gazing at the cover, she inquired, “Mom, can I watch this while I take a bath tonight?”
The girls enjoy long luxurious baths with entertainment on special occasions. Special occasions like when I need a few moments of peace and relative tranquility. And the DVD player is WAY OUT OF A DRIPPY HAND’S REACH. So, put your phones down.
That evening, quiet ensued as Emme watched “The Donny and Marie Christmas Show, 1978.” in it’s entirety. From the comfort of the masterbath garden tub. I found every excuse in the world to wander in and linger over the easy banter sung between all 58 Osmonds. Remember, this was 1978. I know from the recent appearance on Oprah, that the family has grown into something like 2045 members strong.
A fact not lost on Mitt Romney opponents.
I tripped merrily down memory lane. The impossibly high waisted jeans, high feathered hair, and Donny. Way before he became a grandfather. Sigh.
The next night the scene repeated itself. “Mommy, can I watch that Donny and Marie show again?” I’m powerless to refuse. I understand. “Of course you can.”
Today she wandered again through the kitchen, picking up the case from the kitchen counter, where it once again resides. Dreamily she says, “Mom, this is the best singing group ever. I just love them.”
Yes. My girl has indeed inherited my highly refined musical taste. My heart overflows.
And oh boy, is she in for a treat. Since I have all the old 45’s and LPs. Just nothing to play them on. I suppose I could scour e-Bay for a vintage “Close And Play.” Oh yes, I had one of those in the 70’s, too.
And about that DVD. I may be accruing late fees that could reach the triple digits. Because I will be hanging onto it until the twelfth of never.
And that’s a long long time.