If You Remember 4/20, You Weren’t There

where did “4/20 originate?
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/04/20/420-meaning-the-true-stor_n_543854.html

NORML is a very informative site.
my favorite info from this site is that every clock in pulp fiction is set to 4:20. blazer up! read!…enjoy!

I have to go and lie down.

@baked: I thought it was the date that college resumed after spring break. No? Going by the remarks on TFLN it would suggest that.

I quote: No flights in Europe due to the volcano erupting. God himself is telling me to spend 4.20 in Amsterdam.

@Benedick:

read the article, deary, then go to NORML’s site, THEN, lie down.

NOJO…the welk clip is brilliant, cannot stop laughing.

OMFG…i’ve been tweeted!!!! now i have to lie down too.
move over benedick.

@baked: I get it!!!!!11 Amsterdam. Right. That didn’t take long did it?

I want to punch that man in the face so bad my hand is trembling. I want to bite him. And not in the good way. She reminds me of Dolly Parton when I saw her in Nashville. Quite a good voice. Provoking filthy thoughts and I am not that way inclined. Too bad Ann-Margret had her career. Pussycat with a whip indeed.

@Benedick:
there are so many needing their face punched.
to whom are you referring?

@baked: The man in this clip. I don’t know if he’s Gail or Dale.

@Benedick:
obviously gail, and he’s amusing the hell out of me,
sweet jesus!

Nojo, you be the YouTube Master.

That was refreshing. Makes me want to revisit 1970. People were so innocent then.

My parents made me watch Larry Welk.

Sorry, but little Manchu wanted to see Space 1999 instead.

Lawrence Welk has become a guilty pleasure most sunday nights for me.
it is just so totally bizarre. I always think those people probably had private live that shock the most jaded of us.
I mean, look at them. you know he likes to get tied up and spanked.
I also wonder what an alien civilization would think of us if this is all they had to go by.

@ManchuCandidate: Could have done worse. Very competent orchestra.

@baked: Congratulations, darling. Well deserved.

@ManchuCandidate:

I used to watch Lawerence Welk with my Great-Grandmother every Sunday while we played cribbage, until she died in 1983 at the age of 103. First it was Lawrence Welk, and then it was Hee-Haw. I think she hated Hee-Haw, but I liked it as it was goofy, so she watched it with me.

103. She was born 15 years after the end of the Civil War- in Germany, though. Her maiden name was “Stein”, and my great-grandfather was her second husband, she having lost the first when his sidearm accidentally went off while he was unloading ice from a buckboard. Great-Grandpa was a Methodist minister, and Great-Grandma would never talk about her life in Germany, nor any of her family, which made some of us suspect that she was Jewish, and was keeping it a secret because of the prejudice that existed back then. We will never know, probably.

Weird what kicks off a flood of memories, isn’t it?

She used to crochet all the time, whole tablecloths even. Her hands were crabbed from arthritis, bent almost as bad as the ends of the crochet hooks, but she crocheted anyway, even though you could tell it hurt.

Whenever I hear champagne music I think of her hands.

@Tommmcatt Loves The Giant Floating Head: What a beautiful story. Perhaps the Mormons have some of her family history in their records? I don’t know what their coverage, so to speak, is outside the US, but it could be worth a try.

@Tommmcatt Loves The Giant Floating Head:
she didn’t want to talk about it? her name is stein?
welcome to the tribe my friend.
i am so sorry that i didn’t interrogate/videotape my old relatives before they died. every life is a story and i missed out documenting some interesting ones. for everyone lucky enough to still have their grandparents or great grandparents–what a legacy you can capture.
even if they spent their life in jail. especially if they spent their life in jail!
that was lovely tommie.

@baked:

Unfortunately my family never wants to talk about the more interesting times. My grandmother, still alive and super-healthy at 89, keeps a huge larder full of canned food and hides money in various hidey-holes throughout her house. We know that that is because of the Depression, for which she was old enough to remember clearly, but she refuses to talk about the Depression other than to say it was “hard on everyone”.

That generation was different, the pre-boomer group. My family has genetic longevity- I know (or knew) most of my great-uncles and great-aunts well. They are wonderful about the charming or funny stories, but they just don’t talk much about pain or hardship in my experience. My grandmother lost two babies to “blue baby” after my mother was born, before they understood what caused it. My sister went through a miscarriage before this last one was born, and she says that while my Grandmother sympathized, she never really shared. A different way of looking at life, I think.

@’CATT
my grandmother, the oldest of 9, talked about her sister, janet, who died at 3 years old from diarrhea, which blows my mind. the memories came back, and she was willing to talk about things after she was literally demented. which is also when she was the most fun.

@Tommmcatt Loves The Giant Floating Head:
My parents didn’t want to talk about my paternal grandpa’s illegit kids and many many wives till I asked why I had 40 some odd 1st cousins. It surprised me that my gramps got around.

Now I also feel bad. Instead of a beautiful memory like yours, all I have is memories of me sulking on the couch while my parents marveled about the bubble dancing. Ah, the days of one TV per household.

@Tommmcatt Loves The Giant Floating Head: That reticence is due to your membership in another tribe: WASPs. Being of the Southern Gothic branch of that group, my family had two situations where telling painful memories was acceptable: guilting someone into doing what you want (my grandmother’s specialty) or turning the horrible incident into an amusing anecdote you can dine out on. I have people in stitches when I recount my father’s murder.

ADD: Simply beautiful story, BTW. It touches even my bitter little heart.

@Mistress Cynica:

Honey, we have to climb into a couple Martini glasses and you can tell me the story- I feel like I’m missing out.

@Tommmcatt Loves The Giant Floating Head: Oh yes, Lawrence Welk and Hee Haw. With my grandparents. Beautiful story. I also knew my great great grandmother, who came from the Vaterland, survived the Chicago fire and lived to be 106.

@Tommmcatt Loves The Giant Floating Head: My grandmother lived to just shy of 106, in-fucking-credible lady. In her waning years (from 90 onwards) she loved to tell stories about her son (my dad) and all the scampitude he got into. Embarrassed the hell out of pops Nabisco because, yeah, we don’t talk about things.

ADD: my moms still watches Welk, although I think it is actually a “return” to Welk. We never watched Hee-Haw far as I can remember, but Laugh-In, the Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour, Get Smart, all the cool stuff was on. Don’t get me started on their record collection, however. John Barry, anyone?