Friday has rolled around again and it is time for a contribution to the Loose Bloggers Consortium. The subject chosen by the Loose Bloggers Consortium for this Friday is Childhood Goals.
I have been working on geneology all week and somewhere along the line I found a cousin of mine had added this picture to the family tree. Li was taken when I was 12 of 13 years old. I think it tells better than anything else my childhood goal for my life.
My goal was to be an entertainer. I had dreams of being a female version of Dick Contino who I believed to be the epitome of success in the world of the accordion. I could belt out Lady of Spain with much drama and little ability, I even mastered a polka or two in the style of Whoopee John of Midwest fame.
About the time this photo was taken, I was playing duets with a friend named Jeanette. We called ourselves the Accordionaires and dreamed of the day we would play for large audiences, perhaps even perform on the Lawrence Welk show.
Truth is the only audience we ever captured was one in an Old Folks home. Gigs were set up for us by Jeanette’s aunt who worked there. We would arrive promptly at ten on Saturday mornings. The elderly patients would be wheeled in or if ambulatory, would enter with the aid of their walkers or canes and find comfortable seats anxiously waiting for the entertainment.
As we progressed through Lady of Spain and the polkas there would be smiles and a foot tap or two. However, soon most would begin to nod off and by the end of the half hour, Jeanette and I would have managed to put almost everyone to sleep.
This goal soon faded. Lugging the accordion around was an ordeal and my talent was sorely lacking. A fight over some boy ended Jeanette’s and my friendship and I began to readust my thinking.
My new goal to teach accordion was lack-luster in comparison to the call of the bandstand and I soon abandoned that one too. Growing up took over, the accordion was first stowed in a closet, then the attic, and finally given away.
Looking back, the goals I set as a child seem dramatic, silly, and terribly unrealistic, but isn’t that what childhood is about. . . dreams, blind ambition, and the belief that anything is possible.
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