I was
listening to a song on the radio today. Well, not just any song. And definitely
not just any musician.
I mean, who
can forget the incomparable Elvis Presley?
And the
song?
Well, to
back up a wee bit.
Okay, more
than a wee bit.
Jean and I
first met in the 4th grade; just short of sixty years ago.
She recalls
one conversation of ours much better than I do.
“Royce, you
know, if it weren’t for women, there wouldn’t be any babies.”
(And knowing
what I only thought I knew, I almost responded with,
“Well now,
that’s definitely a big duh!”)
But to which
I actually responded,
“Well, it
takes men too.”
Fast forward
something just short of a decade during which we completed elementary school,
junior high, and high school together, and enrolled at the same community
college. Ultimately, we dated a while, subsequently went our separate ways, and
married others.
Fast forward
another decade.
By now we
were both divorced, ran into one another at her place of business, resumed our
dating relationship, and (lo and behold) I proposed marriage, and we “tied the
(proverbial) knot;” all in the space of 4 months.
Well, to be
sure it was rather quick and all that, but we’d known one another a couple of
decades by that time, I’d been the first to enlighten her on “The Birds &
the Bees,” she’d once joined me on my walk home from school, and played “Pen
the Tail on the Donkey” at my 10th birthday party, we’d interacted
throughout the course of primary and secondary schools, and we’d dated after
graduation.
Speaking of
music, (re. just about where I began this story) during our wedding ceremony
I’d sang a solo to my new bride.
“So many
nights, I'd sit by my window,
Waiting for someone to sing me his song.
So many dreams, I kept deep inside me,
Alone in the dark, but now you've come along.
Waiting for someone to sing me his song.
So many dreams, I kept deep inside me,
Alone in the dark, but now you've come along.
And you light up my life,
You give me hope, to carry on.
You light up my days
And fill my nights with song.
Rollin' at sea, adrift on the waters
Could it be finally, I'm turning for home
Finally a chance to say, ‘Hey, I Love You’
Never again to be all alone.
And you light up my life,
You give me hope, to carry on.
You light up my days
And fill my nights with song.
You, You
light up my life
You give me hope to carry on
You light up my day's
And fill my life with song
It can't be wrong when it feels so right
'cause you, you light up my life.”
You give me hope to carry on
You light up my day's
And fill my life with song
It can't be wrong when it feels so right
'cause you, you light up my life.”
It became
OUR song.
Fast forward
three decades.
I was
watching some nature show or travelogue on television, while Jean sat in the
living room reading, or researching something to which I was not, at the time,
privy.
Suddenly,
she spoke,
“Royce,
aren’t you related to the Dowling’s?”
To which I
responded,
“Well, yes.
My great grandmother was a Dowling.”
To which
Jean queried,
“Are you
related to Jabez and Rebecca Dowling?”
To which I
again responded,
“Yes, they
were my 4x great grandparents.”
Her next
words caught me off guard,
“Uh. …They
were mine too!”
“And when
the dust settled” we discovered we were 5th cousins.
(Had been
all the time).
And that
song I alluded to at the beginning of my story?
(Elvis’ words.
Not mine)
Well I've got a gal, she's as cute as
she can be
She's a distant cousin but she's not too distant with me
She's a distant cousin but she's not too distant with me
We'll kiss all night
I'll squeeze her tight
But we're kissin' cousins 'n that's what makes it all right
All right, all right, all right
I'll squeeze her tight
But we're kissin' cousins 'n that's what makes it all right
All right, all right, all right
Oh I've got a girl and she taught me
how to live
She can give a lot and she's got a lot to give
She can give a lot and she's got a lot to give
We'll kiss all night
I'll squeeze her tight
But we're kissin' cousins 'n that's what makes it all right
All right, all right, all right
I'll squeeze her tight
But we're kissin' cousins 'n that's what makes it all right
All right, all right, all right
Yes we're all cousins, that's what I
believe
Because we're children of Adam and Eve
I got a girl and she wants a lot of love
That's the kind of trouble I need plenty of
Because we're children of Adam and Eve
I got a girl and she wants a lot of love
That's the kind of trouble I need plenty of
We'll kiss all night
I'll squeeze her tight
But we're kissin' cousins 'n that'll make it all right
All right, all right, all right
We'll be kissin' cousins that'll make it all right
All right, all right, all right
I'll squeeze her tight
But we're kissin' cousins 'n that'll make it all right
All right, all right, all right
We'll be kissin' cousins that'll make it all right
All right, all right, all right
Yes we're all cousins, that's what I
believe
Because we're children of Adam and Eve
I got a girl and she wants a lot of love
That's the kind of trouble I need plenty of
Because we're children of Adam and Eve
I got a girl and she wants a lot of love
That's the kind of trouble I need plenty of
We'll kiss all night
I'll squeeze her tight
But we'll be kissin' cousins 'n that'll make it all right
All right, all right, all right
I'll squeeze her tight
But we'll be kissin' cousins 'n that'll make it all right
All right, all right, all right
We'll be kissin' cousins that'll make
it all right
All right, all right, all right
We'll be kissin' cousins that's what makes it all right
All right, all right, all right
All right, all right, all right
We'll be kissin' cousins that's what makes it all right
All right, all right, all right
Given what it took my wife and I almost
seven decades, (including thirty years of marriage) to discover, well, I
think,
… It’s OUR new song.
by William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from (Mc)Donald's Daily Diary. Vol. 35. Copyright pending
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by William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from (Mc)Donald's Daily Diary. Vol. 35. Copyright pending
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