I somehow missed this milestone. Missed it because it was something so relevant to me as a child. Last month marked the 60th anniversary television release of the 1965 Rodgers and Hammerstein musical production of Cinderella.
It starred Lesley Ann Warren, Stuart Damon, Ginger Rogers, Celeste Holm, Walter Pidgeon, and so many other talented individuals. Warren was only eighteen when she was cast in the title role of Cinderella; and Damon, Prince Charming, might be better known and remembered for his portrayal of Dr. Alan Quartermaine on ABC's General Hospital. That alone is worthy of a future blog post here.
One Saturday evening at her grandmother's house, the little girl sat on the floor, eyes glued to a screen that showed people singing and dancing. Suddenly a beautiful princess appeared destined to find the prince of her dreams. The child hugged her blanket closely, in her very own little corner.
I was that little girl.
In my Own Little Corner
Songwriters Rodgers and Hammerstein
I'm as mild and as meek as a mouse When I hear a command, I obey But I know of a spot in my house Where no one can stand in my way
In my own little corner, in my own little chair I can be whatever I want to be On the wings of my fancy, I can fly anywhere And the world will open its arms to me
I'm a young Norwegian, princess or a milkmaid I'm the greatest prima donna in Milan I'm an heiress who has always had her silk made By her own flock of silkworms in Japan
I'm a girl men go mad for, love's a game I can play With a cool and confident kind of air Just as long as I stay in my own little corner All alone in my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be I'm a slave from Calcutta, I'm a queen in Peru I'm a mermaid dancing upon the sea
I'm a huntress on an African safari It's a dangerous type of sport, yet it's fun In the night I sally forth to seek my quarry And I find I forgot to bring my gun
I am lost in the jungle, all alone and unarmed When I meet a lioness in her lair Then I'm glad to be back in my own little corner All alone in my own little chair
It's a Journey kind of day. I do believe that Steve Perry (of Journey), the late Karen Carpenter, and the late Freddie Mercury (of Queen) were blessed with the most beautiful voices I've ever heard, especially for their genres of music.
A few years ago, I changed the comments setting on this blog. It had gotten to the point where the comments were either generally offensive, or were just random and had nothing to do with me or the post in question. Many were self-promoting in nature from people I didn't know, with links to click. So now I'm able to monitor every comment attempt... the inappropriate ones get deleted and are never visible in the comments section of my blog.
If you've ever read comments from the internet world, you're aware of how bad it can be. To my knowledge, Blogger won't allow me to completely deactivate the comments section, but I do control it. If I even get a notification that there's a pending comment (and most of the time I don't, so I miss them), I usually don't even allow the comments to be posted, anyway. Apologies if you've tried because I more than likely didn't see it. It has been nice not having to deal with most of it though.
But if you'd like to still comment, please try. It'll go through filters. :) But if you're needing a quicker response, please go to my website and fill out the contact form there. That's not to say I haven't had 'garbage' there, too...I have.
January 2025. It marks the thirteenth anniversary of this blog. Some of the posts I've shared over the years are nothing but silly drivel; some are creative in content and nature (sharing my books of fiction, sad attempts at poetry, my photography and paintings, plus everything related to all of it); some posts are thoughts of the moment, memories, nostalgia, Youtube videos; while some dive deeper into what might be going on outside of my own life. I don't write about the latter much anymore because of the divisive nature and ugliness shown, but I wish that I could. Maybe someday.
So this anniversary post contains some New Year's resolutions of sorts. I hold myself accountable for all of them and plan to do better, but there are so many people that I personally know (and of course those I don't!) who should be accountable, as well. We can all do better.
♥︎ Be Accountable. If you make a mistake, own it.
♥︎ Remember. Remember those in your life because someday they won't be in your life anymore; someday your own memory could diminish, too, where it's impossible to recall those memories that are so very important. Everyone gets old...if we're lucky.
♥︎ Show kindness. Showing anything but is only a poor reflection on you.
♥︎ Respond to communication. I'm slow at responding to emails but I always eventually respond, and phone calls aren't always convenient. Text messages were supposed to make communicating easier and quicker...but it seems it's gotten easier to just ignore those. It really seems rude and thoughtless.
♥︎ Show patience. With life, goals, and with people.
♥︎ Hold yourself to the same standards you set for others; and set the standards equally for everyone if you set them.
♥︎ Don't engage in suppressing or repressing others' thoughts and their need to express them. Listen with respect, whether you agree with them or not.
♥︎ Think. Stop following like sheep especially if it goes against logic, knowledge and common sense.
The remainder of this post contain the lyrics and video of Part of the Plan, a great song written and performed by the late Dan Fogelberg. He sings 'One Day We'll All Understand'...I'm still waiting to understand life, but it is less foggy than it used to be.
As always, thanks to all who continue to read what I share here.
Part of the Plan
Music and Lyrics by Dan Fogelberg
I have these moments all steady and strong I'm feeling so holy and humble The next thing I know, I'm all worried and weak And I feel myself starting to crumble
The meanings get lost, and the teachings get tossed And you don't know what you're gonna do next You wait for the sun but it never quite comes
Some kind of message comes through to you Some kind of message comes through And it says to you
Love when you can Cry when you have to Be who you must That's a part of the plan Await your arrival With simple survival and
One day, we'll all understand One day, we'll all understand One day, we'll all understand
I had a woman who gave me her soul But I wasn't ready to take it Her heart was so fragile and heavy to hold And I was afraid I might break it
Your conscience awakes and you see your mistakes And you wish someone would buy your confessions The days miss their mark, and the night gets so dark
And some kind of message comes through to you Some kind of message shoots through And it says to you
Love when you can Cry when you have to Be who you must That's a part of the plan Await your arrival With simple survival and
One day, we'll all understand One day, we'll all understand One day, we'll all understand
There is no Eden or heavenly gates That you're gonna make it to one day But all of the answers you seek can be found In the dreams that you dream on the way
