Beatlemania Now! Baby Boomers Still Love The Beatles

Beatlemania Now! Baby Boomers Still Love The Beatles

The Beatles tribute band concertTonight we attended a packed Cobb Energy Center venue to see Beatlemania Now!, a tribute band of The Beatles, the band which defined the music and helped shape the Baby Boomer Generation.

Here are some photos that I took, risking getting kicked out by an over zealous aisle attendant.

Sargent Pepper costumes
Beatlemania Now had plenty of colorful outfits, like these of the Sargent Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.

 

We Love The Beatles
Young fans with home made poster “We Love The Beatles”. There were three generations of Beatles fans present.

 

John Lennon tribute
This guy did a good job as John Lennon, both looks and with his songs.

 

Beatles Fans
The Beatles fans really got into the music of Beatlemania Now!

 

Georgia Harrison tribute singer
This singer did a good job as George Harrison especially with “Here Comes The Sun”.

 

beatlemania  band concert
The large video screen in back of the band showed scenes from the 60’s.

 

Beatlemania Now review
Tribute singers for John Lennon and Ringo Starr. It was a fun evening and we would recommend Beatlemania Now! if you get a change to see it.

 

Also: Baby Boomer Music – Happy Together Tour
and Photos of The Beatles on Ed Sullivan Show


Boomers, Do You Remember Your First Kiss?

Do You Remember Your First Kiss?

Some folks received flowers and candy today.  Others enjoyed a romantic dinner or a movie. For Valentine’s Day, I had a flash back to the past.  Yes, a flash back!  Now we are talking a long way back.

There was a hand made Valentine”s holder pinned to the wall.  It was stuffed with Valentines.  As a matter of fact, it had more in it than all the other holders on the wall.  Slowly, I removed the holder from the wall.  I laid it gently on the table.  Then I reached for the largest valentine in the folder.  The envelope was bright red.  The words, I love you were printed in bold on the front next to my name.  With my small hands shaking, I slowly took the card out of the envelope, as others watched in anticipation.

I opened the card.  It was signed, “Love, Johnnie.”  My heart beat fast as I read the words.  I looked up and it happened right there.  Yes it did!  Johnnie puckered up and laid the big one on my lips.  It was wet and messy.  The others started to giggle.  Yep, that was my first kiss.  The memory is as strong as if it just happened yesterday.  It was kinder garden class.  The giggles echoed from my friends.  Johnnie’s two front teeth were missing and there he was with a dumb GRIN  on his face.  What a visual!  I didn’t know whether to crawl under the class room table or cry.

Now I can look back and laugh about the silliness of being a child.  There has been a few years since that episode happened.  Many kisses have passed these baby boomer lips.  That kiss was special, even though it did not feel like it at the time,because it was the FIRST.  Now I am waiting for my last kiss.   If his teeth are missing so be it.  I say, “No matter what age you are pucker up and enjoy the moment!”  These baby boomer lips are not ready to retire.  🙂

In all sincerity, I hope each of you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day.  Do you remember your first kiss?



How Being Age 62 Is Today

When my mother was age 62, I was about 22 years old.  Mom had white hair and worn an apron over her dress.  All her meals were made from scratch.  She worked in the garden and canned vegetables for the winter.  Mom relaxed at the end of a day under a shade tree in her favorite lawn chair.  My parents did not have air conditioning and did not complain about that.  She was poor but proud.  She enjoyed the simple things in life until she passed on at age 70.  Mom enjoyed small town living.

Now I am 62 and my oldest daughter is in her 40’s. Unlike my Mom, I am divorced and still working.  My wardrobe consists of uniforms, jeans, tee shirts, sandals,shorts, and leisure outfits.  There is no apron and my hair is bright RED.  I only put on dresses for weddings and such.  Most of my meals are fixed in the microwave.  My air conditioning runs at top speed in my apartment.  I DO complain if it does not work properly.  The nearest shade tree that I can sit under is down the street at the city park.  There is no garden to work in because my little concrete patio is outside my front door and gardening is not allowed here.  The patio is big enough though for a potted plant.

Mom was so happy to see 62.  Sixty two meant that she and my Dad could finally draw their social security and not have to worry about working outside the house.  It even enabled them to be able to purchase their first little home.  At 62, I have owned and sold five houses which are gone along with husbands.  Social security does not mean security nor the ability to purchase a house.  Mom wrote me letters each week and sent them by the United States Postal Service.  In them she made many strong suggestions on how I should live my life in the big city.  I don’t write letters to my daughters but do read about them on face book now and then.  I don’t tell my kids how to live their lives because that would not go over well with them AT ALL.

At 4a.m. most mornings, my Mom was ready to get out of bed to fix a down home cooked breakfast.  Since I work the night shift, 4a.m. is a time to stretch, rub my red eye balls, and dream about going to bed.  Mom never drove a car.  I drive one all night at work.  I wonder what she would say about THAT.

Yes, being 62 today is a bit different than when my Mom was age 62.  There are still some things that are the same.  My mother loved her children and I do too.  My mother appreciated the value system that her Mother taught her and I do too.  My mother did what was necessary to live her life one day at a time and I do too.  My mother had pride and I am grateful to say, “I do too!”



Boomer Memory Of Strengthened Faith

Boomer memories: A get-away turns dangerous when a Winter storm hits, trapping the girls in their cabin at the top of the mountain. Memories are to be shared and Working Boomer lets up know the rest of the story that she always will remember.

It was late March, a beautiful early spring day, as my friend Lou and I set out for the Ozark Mountains for a much needed get a way. I had received one of those free offers to a resort for two nights and three days as guests to view a vacation community. Since funds were low this was an opportunity that we just could not pass up. The sun was shining bright, the sky was crystal clear as we pulled into the resort entrance where we were met by a Realtor who graciously showed us to our condo. It was much more than we had expected. The view from the balcony looked down on the quaint village nestled at the bottom of the mountain.  It was a dream come true; a place for rest and relaxation, no stress, no worries, no responsibility.  For two gals in their early 30’s it was an escape from reality; a little peace of heaven on earth placed there for our enjoyment.  Yes, 1984 was going to be a good year.

Lou and I were ready! After taking our cooler and bags from the car we jumped into our comfortable pajama pants and long sloppy tee shirts. We tuned into our favorite radio station and brought out our manicuring sets, facial masks, curling irons, chocolate candy bars, chips and soda pop. Of course, Lou had her favorite love story book while I had my mediation and inspirational book to read. Lou flopped down on one couch with her legs hanging over the end as I spread out on the floor with my feet and legs in a chair. After pampering ourselves for a few hours, we decided to go to bed early to get some much needed sleep before our sightseeing trip that we had planned for the next day.

After sleeping for about two hours I woke up to a pounding sound on the window by my bed.  I pulled back the curtains to see sleet, ice and snow falling all around. The driveway was covered in ice and of course we were at the very top of the mountain.  We were iced in a snow storm to be remembered! Old man winter had returned in full force. I awakened Lou.  Immediately she started to panic.  She was crying as fear over took her.  We both were due back to work within two days and could not afford to miss any pay.  I had a fear of driving in bad weather and always avoided it.  After listening to the weather news, we learned the snow was suppose to continue for two days and there was talk of shutting the highways down.  I felt scared, powerless and out of control.

Lou was not into meditation and prayer but I was. I asked if she would pray with me.  She agreed and we held each others hands while I prayed.  A since of peace came over me that words can not even describe. The answer came!

Some how we de-iced the car and I drove it down the steep mountain. We made it to the highway where there were no vehicles in sight. Along the way, we stopped at a gas station for a fill up.  A truck driver asked us if we were crazy for driving in the weather.  I smiled and replied, “ No Sir. There is something more powerful than me behind the wheel of this car.”  We then continued on our way.  It was a fourteen hour drive which in normal conditions would have only taken five hours.  I remained calm during the entire trip.  My fear of driving had been removed.  My faith had been strengthened. We arrived safely back in the big city.  Lou now prays and meditates.  As for me, I have a story.  I have a memory.  It may not have been the escape that we wanted but it was the Gift that we needed.  It was The Power Of Faith and Peace Within.  The Gift was priceless and now it is being shared with you!



We Love Our Four Legged Friends

Working boomers reminds us how we love our dogs, from Lassie to Rin Tin Tin and Ole Yellow. But Working Boomer tells a scary story about encountering a security dog at work.

Since I don’t have a two legged Lover for Valentines Day, I thought I might just write a little about my four legged dog friends.  Now I am not Paris Hilton with her chihuahua, Tinkerbell, with all the fancy clothes and stuff.  Neither am I the Dog Whisperer, Casar Millan, that can train a dog with a gentle word.   Therefore I would like to share a little short story about one dog that I met and mention a few that you might remember.

Do you remember Lassie?  What a beautiful dog.  I just loved to watch the Lassie episodes.  Then there was Rin Tin Tin.  He was a brave soul.  Do you remember Ole Yellow?  I think I cried for a week after that sad movie.  Then there were the Dalmatians.  What a bunch they were.  Yes, it is just amazing how many popular dog stories that there are that have been dear to some of our hearts.  In today’s society dogs are used as therapy for the elderly.  Dogs  work in police departments and are used to help solve crimes.  Dog stories always seem to make the news.  Now I don’t think any of my dog stories have made the newspapers or magazines.  Therefore I would like to share one of my dog stories.         .

The Security Guard Meets Up With The Guard Dog

As a security officer one has to always be prepared for the unexpected but some times the unexpected may catch an officer off guard as it did me one night.  I entered a building from the front entrance to do a few checks and wanted to vary my routine.  It was around 1a.m. in the morning.  After completing my checks I decided to go out the back door to do an exterior check.  As I rounded the corner the unexpected happened.  There stood a huge dog barking loudly at me with big teeth showing.  Each step that I took brought the dog closer to me.  The dog was doing a great job of guarding the building even though it was suppose to be my job. Now I was in a fix.  The dog had me cornered.  Slowly I edged my way along the building wall as I tried to stay calm.  Sweat was rolling down my neck.   My heart was pumping fast. It seemed like hours but was only a few seconds and I felt a door handle.  I slipped my master key in the lock.  The door opened!  Swiftly I jumped inside. With the door slightly cracked I peeped out.  Mr. Big Dog looked so proud.  He stood at attention. He had caught what he thought was an intruder. I was trapped like a rat but the building was safe.  Needless to say, I was in a storage closet.  Much to my embarrassment, I had to call another officer and the police so that I could get out.  The moral of this story is:  If you work security then be careful.  There is always a four legged Dog critter just waiting to take your job and get on the payroll.  I really could have used the Dog Whisperer that night!

Now this encounter did not take away my love for my dog friends.  This boomer loves dog gone dogs and my stories are many.  My Valentine Sweetheart is my little West Highland terrier named Sweetie.  She is my love!  We want to share our love with you and wish you a wonderful Valentine Day!



Boomer Memories: A Visit to A Brother in FL

Go deep sea fishing with Working Boomer and her brother and discover the adventure of a lifetime and their treasured monster catch. Boomer stories.

The alarm clock went off at 4 a.m. and I jumped out of bed ready for my fishing trip in South Florida.  This time I had learned a few things from the day before.  I cut off the jeans in my suit case and made shorts to wear along with a halter top.  My carrying bag was full of sun tan lotion.  I was good to go.  By 4:30a.m. my brother and I were at the boat.

It was a nice large boat with a bathroom, table,chairs and an umbrella to keep the sun away.   I thought to myself, ” this is going to be one relaxing fishing trip.” We headed out into the ocean until there was no land to be seen.  The sunrise was beautiful!  My brother stopped the boat so we could begin fishing.

First of all, I could not believe the size of the hooks.  The line was not at all like the line for river fishing  but instead looked to me more like big cable wire wrapped around a huge roller looking thing.  Paul attached a hunk of meat or something on the hook.  Now I had never seen nothing like that before so I figured I had better just do some watching and learning. After casting this large thing out into the ocean, my brother stuck the pole in a big round object and we waited.  It wasn’t long until I saw a large fish in the distance fly up out of the ocean and back down again.  “Wow, look at that!,” I exclaimed to Paul as I looked down at this fishing line which was moving.  Paul responded, “Sis, that flying fish is on your hook.”

Trying to wind in that line was like trying to pull in a bulldozer.  The darn fish got away.  The next fish that hit was a 28 lb. barracuda which Paul caught.  It flopped on the line as it landed on the deck of the boat.  I took a look and  for a moment there, swim or not, I almost jumped overboard.  This fish had big ugly TEETH. Paul said, “Now Sis, don’t try to take the hook out of this baby’s mouth like you do those Missouri fish.”  He didn’t have to worry about that because I was already safely hiding in the bathroom peeking out the door.  Then Paul took some kind of spear looking thing that he called a gaff and stabbed the fish.  Blood went all over the deck.  Now Paul caught a few more barracuda.  I made more escapes to the bathroom.

Then we came upon a group of Red Snapper. He reeled in a lot of those.  Paul really enjoyed snapper catching. Red snapper have BIG red eyeballs.  By that time the sun was drilling down and I was sweating like a big dog, blood everywhere but this was fun.  That is until I had a yank at my line and it took off so fast that I didn’t know what to do.  I tugged, reeled, fought, and was determined to get the fish into the boat.  After what seemed like an hour I had to ask brother for HELP.  It was a Big One!  Now it was at the side of the boat.  I looked down and yelled.  It was Jaws himself.  As you might have already guessed, I was back in the bathroom again.

I finally got brave and came out.  Jaws ate two gaffs.  I threw soda cans down his BIG mouth and the he still wouldn’t die.  We didn’t have a shark gun so Paul made a lasso like you rope cows with and lassoed the shark.  I took the other end of the rope and tied it around the table legs so we could get jaws head above water. Jaws then gave up the fight and went peacefully to his maker.

After hours we headed back to land with Jaws attached to the side of the boat.  We docked. Oh my, what an adventure but the work was just beginning.  We weighed Jaws. It was only a little 6 ft. baby shark but I wanted the shark teeth.  So Paul cut into the shark. Oh  what a smell which sent me running again. Now, I am here to tell you I have never seen so much blood.  In addition, we had to clean the boat before we could return home.

Finally jaws was cut up by a saw and iced in a trash can.  The teeth were cut out gums and all.  So fish, myself, and brother were finally headed home. I was a bit traumatized, hot, tired and ready for a good nap.  That is when I realized that 1p.m. until 4 p.m. was good napping time in South Florida during the summer.

Later, my brother who was a chef, fried up a mess of those red snapper.  Man were they good.  I ate until I was about to pop as my brother encouraged me to eat more.  After I could eat no more Paul asked,  “Sis did you enjoy your fish dinner?”  Now he had that sly grin on his face again.  I said, Oh yes, that was the best fish that I have ever eaten.”  He said, “I’m glad because you just consumed over a $100 worth of fish if you had bought them at the store.”  So once again I learned a little bit about red snapper, barracuda, shark, salt water ocean fishing, big boat cleaning, and was preparing for my next adventure with my brother Paul.

So if any of this interests you then check out vacations and places to live on this site boomerplaces.com.  If you are lucky you might even find a good smoked fish recipe under the title recipes.  Yep, if I had it all to do over, I would not change a thing.  Those were great times and good boomer memories. More Boomer StoriesBoomer Vacations