Come Saturday Mornin’

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If you are a geezer, like me, this song will send you off into clouds of memories. You might just stop here, close your eyes, and off you go – into that world of innocence (at least compared to now-a-days!) back in the 60’s and 70’s – before the world became such a dark and scary place.

Oh wait, there was WWII and Korea before this, so for that generation the world was already dark and scary.

I was lucky enough to have missed that era having been born a few years after WWII ended. I think Paul was born just exactly at the end of WWII in 1945, according to his mum.

But back to the song. Come Saturday Morning, by the Sandpipers. I was mentioning this song to my friend, Mz. Em, just now in an email and couldn’t remember who sang it. I would never have guessed Sandpipers if good old Google hadn’t have been there for me.

Good Old Google.

And OMG, this one, “I’ll Never Find Another You,” by the Seekers, has just sent me into memory-orbit:

Now this one has meaning for me. I played guitar as a teen and belonged to a church youth group called Pilgrim Fellowship. We put on “hootenannies” down at the Church and this was one of the songs we did there. It was just when I had started dating my 1st husband, Bill. I can remember trying to learn all the words to the song right before we performed it on stage, and I was so scared I’d forget them. I looked out into the audience of teens and parents alike and saw my new boyfriend, Bill, out there smiling back at me. I went all wobbly-kneed. I may have forgotten a few of the words in the middle of the song, but I can remember my great friend, Bart Janney, who was accompanying on guitar and vocals, picked me up with the correct words right when I needed them.

Wow. A blast from my past! I am going to get this entry published and click on this video again!

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And just to close out this Holiday week, here’s my picture of the week from our humble Thanksgiving dinner… at least Paul had a smile on his face.


Not to bore you with all the details, but my attempt to make the Pioneer Woman’s recipe of buttermilk fried chicken failed miserably. You may not see it in the photo, but the batter did not stick to the chicken at all. So we ate the chicken and discarded the batter for the most part. A small fare meal was had by us, and then leftovers last night, as well. No shopping at crazy malls or Holiday-busting big box stores for us.

So happy Saturday mornin’ to everyone.


Bex & Co.

It’s in every one of us to be wise;

Find your heart, open up both your eyes.

We can all know every thing without ever knowing why.

It’s in every one of us, by and bye.

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10 Responses to Come Saturday Mornin’

  1. Bex says:

    Anna, here a “geezer” is just an oldster… man or woman (we have been affectionately calling Paul’s folks “The Geezers” for years and years). I also feel old and at 65 and Paul at 68, I think we can qualify. Not compared to the Extreme Geezers like his folks who are still alive in their early to mid 90s! Can’t imagine living that long either… not sure the bod will hold up.


  2. nina says:

    I have to say, every decade brings to me recollections of “how little we knew then.” Take the fifties, with the crazy love of sprawling suburbs, processed foods and the belief that antibiotics would save us from every infection. That neighborhoods should be segregated and communists should be jailed for their belief systems. So when I hear music from those decades, I always think — innocent! We, me included, were so innocent!
    But they’re lovely tunes — right up there with Ferry Cross the Mersey and Summer Song. Just so innocent! As I’m sure we are today…


  3. Annanotbob3 says:

    Ha ha – I like you calling yourself a ‘geezer’! Here that is definitely a male, usually quite old, often with a motor bike! xxx


  4. The 60s and 70s were not my best years, but any good memories I do have are related to music! Thanks for for the videos, and too bad about the chicken, but as you say, Paul seems to be enjoying his meal regardless!


  5. Daisy says:

    I remember both of these songs very well and also have good memories to go with them. I couldn’t have told you who was singing it either. Thanks for sharing those. Hope you’re having a nice weekend!


  6. mz. em says:

    What wonderful memories. I love the music of the 60s and 70s. I think I had a boyfriend named Billy back then and he was on the high school football team. I don’t remember what position he played. I love the photo you have up of Emmalee and Kip. They are so adorable.


  7. Eric Mayer says:

    My favorite music is from the sixties and seventies, probably because I was young. In those days we seemed to be moving towards the light. Yes, there was the horror of Vietnam and the disgrace of Watergate, but the villains of Watergate were brought to justice, millions of people at least protested Vietnam, and meanwhile there was the Civil Rights Act, Medicare, environmental laws….But now the dark seems to have taken over. It’s very sad.

    Hey, sorry. Those aren’t very happy thoughts. No doubt, though, music from the sixties and seventies, takes me back to happier times.


  8. l'empress says:

    Didn’t have to click. Tell me the song, and it starts playing in my head — and if I am alone, I shall sing along. I don’t know whether it happened to everyone of my era, but I started learning the songs before I earned enough to buy a record player.


  9. Bex says:

    Karen, this recipe was not your normal recipe, with the egg, etc. No egg used. I watched Pioneer Woman make this on her Food Network TV show and it was so simple… Paul thinks she did 12 thousand “takes” to make it look simple. She mixes the flour and spices in a bowl with the milk/buttermilk mixture to form the batter… then she puts the batter on the chicken pieces with her hands – all of which I did just as instructed. But after marinating in buttermilk for several hours, the chicken was too slippery for the batter to adhere to… there must be something I missed. I need to go back and re-watch that show.

    I have to admit I used chicken without any skin on it, and she used chicken WITH the skin. So maybe that was it?

    I plan to cook chicken in the oven, like I’ve always done, and no more frying for us. Besides, what an ordeal to discard the used oil! And a waste of money!


  10. Karen DiCicco says:

    Well Bex,
    Your dinner looked delicious.
    Whenever I make oven fried Chicken, the batter likes to fall off too. Maybe need more egg.


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