Musical memories

Long ago and far away I was a wee lass of eight.  School days were spent in Mrs. K’s [along with the magic mailbox!] second grade class at Hutchison while summers revolved around Raquet Club swim team practice.  My then-best friend, Huxley, came with our family to our house in Cookeville to celebrate our July birthdays.  And apparently unforgettable songs comprised the soundtrack of our young lives throughout this period….


Second grade = da bomb

Surely my eyes deceive me.  Two decades, twenty years, 1994– has it really been that long?!  I’m stunned.  Take a trip down memory lane with these songs from my youth.  Where does the time go?  Rest in peace, Aaliyah and Adam Yauch.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,



About Cocktails With Hemingway

I'm blunt and opinionated. Virtually everything I say or do is a contradiction but I'm not a hypocrite. I never hesitate to speak my mind and never fail to leave an impression wherever I go. You love me, you hate me, but you'll never forget me.
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2 Responses to Musical memories

  1. Sarah says:

    That was such a fun trip and you and Huxley ran wild as 2nd graders through cousin Laura’s yard and through the wedding area outside in the heat for hours tearing up your batiste and lace Hutchison Flower Girl dresses around the skirts and all the older cousins had to round up safety pins and stand y’all still and pin up the rips through amid your sweaty arms and legs!!

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