Song of the Day 11/24/2009

November 24, 2009 at 9:15 am (america, Free, free song, qotd, song of the day, sotd) (, , )

On this day in 1950 – The musical “Guys and Dolls” opened.

SOTD: Massive Attack – Be Thankful for What You got




Question of the Day:

What childhood memory are you the most thankful for?

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  1. Kel/y_H said,

    Well, this one is kind of a sad memory, but I am still thankful for it because it reminds me to never forget where I came from and that there are people out there who have very little.

    The first Christmas after my folks divorced and we moved down to Missouri, I remember there being 3 presents under the tree – one for me, one for my brother, and one for my sister. Mine was a book. And as I opened it, my first thought was “That’s it?”

    And I’ll never forget the look on my dad’s face as he watched us open our presents. I could tell he was trying really hard not to cry, and that he wished he could do more for us. So anytime I get a gift at Christmas that sucks, I try to remember that Christmas. Unless it’s toe sucks. Toe socks just suck.

  2. nattya61 said,

    There are way too many to pick just one. I’m thankful for all the time I had to spend with my family when I was growing up. I guess the most special would be when I was really young and everyone was there including Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa. Holidays are still fun, especially this one since I have Nick, but they can be bittersweet because of those who can’t be there.

  3. Shannon said,

    That time that I singed my eyebrows, eyelashes, and some of my hair? I am really thankful for the lessons I learned about butane, how it’s heavier than air, and how the nature of an invisible gas is that you don’t know that it’s filling up the sink when you are trying to refill that ancient cigarette lighter. I am also thankful for the lesson that you shouldn’t strike a freshly refilled lighter in the same place that you were filling it.

  4. ab said,

    I experienced a holiday exactly like Kelly’s.

    We spent every Christmas Eve in Kansas City, so each year, my parents got to endure a three hour drive drive back home listening to five kids chatter about what we thought Santa had brought us. Well, the year I turned five Santa didn’t bring us jack.

    Years later, when I learned the whole concept was make-believe, my mind immediately went back to the overwhelming disappointment that surrounded that Christmas. I know my parents must have felt terrible that they didn’t have the means to provide a Christmas for us. That year, my dad had made the decision to stop touring with his band so he could apprentice under a master electrician and get his license. He couldn’t give us Christmas b/c he was trying provide for us on a much larger scale.

    This memory helped shape my perspective of my father, and it taught me that being grateful is virtuous, especially when at first glance you don’t see anything to be grateful for.

  5. Steve said,

    I got in trouble when I was about 5 or 6 for writing a list of all the cuss words I could think of. I can’t remember so more terrified when my dad took the list out of my hand and read each word. I can’t really say, to this day, what possessed me to write this list, but I remember I was enjoying myself throughout the process. Once Dad finished reading the list, he decided to inflict a new brand of punishment. Pulling a thick Children’s Dictionary from the bookshelf, he slammed it on the table in front of me and said, “Since you like to write so much, start writing. Start from “A” and don’t stop until I say so.” I think my writing career started right at that moment, because after learning all of those words in the dictionary through the act of writing, I began to understand a whole lot more about everything around me. It seems my dad gave me the vocabulary to navigate this world. So, “Thanks, Dad.”

  6. Megan said,

    I have lots to be thankful for growing up. My grandpa used to fall asleep in his recliner and my brothers and i would use his arms, legs etc as roads and line up matchbox cars all over. It was super fun when he woke up and had cars everywhere. I have, without a doubt, the best family growing up. My parents taught me to always love, even when you’re upset. (Mom’s favorite line that I remember now is “Do you love him/her more than you’re mad at him/her?” What better advice can you give and follow? I had/have supportive parents, grandparents and a solid base that I hope I can live up to one day in the future. Being a good person is hard work… but more than worth it in life. I am thankful for being able to have time w/ 3 great-grandmothers, 2 sets of grandparents and the 2 best parents in the world. Lots of memories… too many to list… but wouldn’t change a thing.

  7. christiD said,

    the wonderful smell of my grandparents’ house

  8. agrimeyhippie said,

    Riding my bike with NO HANDS as fast as I could down hills!

  9. adamthepugh said,

    I always loved watching old movies with my dad. And getting up early to go to garage sales with my mom.

    I am thankful for all of the Christmases that my Grandma came to visit us. She was a gem.

  10. Nicole said,

    Since all I can think about are the Holidays around this time of year, I’m most thankful for the memories my parents gave us of waking us up at 3 or 4 AM on Christmas morning to open the presents Santa just left for us. The presents were nice, but it’s more the fact that my parents always made a special effort to make Christmas memories with us. We all still do the same tradition with my dad running through the house Christmas morning, only now we beg him to wait until 6 AM. I’m really thankful for the Christmases spent with my grandpa, too, where we’d read the Bible story from Luke and take turns showing a special talent of playing the piano or singing a song. I wish he could have met Kael. So, yes, this will also be a bittersweet Holiday season for me also. So many memories to be so thankful for.

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