It’s been a busy week here at Sonnystone Acres… If that sounds familiar, you may have been a fan of Prairie Home Companion and Garrison Keillor’s stories from Lake Wobegone. Since we began our week celebrating our 42nd Wedding Anniversary, I thought I’d share this blast from the blog-past from 2010, the year we went up to Conner Prairie Amphitheatre and enjoyed a lovely performance of Keillor’s “Summer of Love Tour”.
(Again, I apologize for the no-caps thing, I was just too lazy back then and I’m still too lazy now to go in and capitalize correctly…it was a phase I was going through, forgive me.)
a lovely 30th anniversary
we didn’t get in any hurry to sit in the sun before the concert sunday evening up at conner prairie. other folks were staking out the down-front seats, but we stopped over at a local brewery, drank a bighorn blonde and ate a hamburger, took the leftovers with us as a picnic lunch. we were rewarded for our nonchalance by snagging a picnic area directly in the middle top—no sweaty bodies close by and the bathrooms were close, too. and we enjoyed the show so much, listened to the news from lake wobegon and caught up with guy noir, sang tons of love songs and took some fun pictures.
Garrison Keillor is one of my idols, a writer/storyteller who does talk a little slowly, it’s true, but who creates characters who you feel you know, or are. he and sara watkins, fiddle player singer, walked about the audience for about half the show, him making up lyrics to songs as he walked based on what he was seeing the folks do. i’m proud to say that he included me in one of them, singing of “the lady with the pink shirt strolling down the aisle to take pictures”.
it was, after all the Summer Love Tour, and during the drive home the medley of “can’t help falling in love with you/unchained melody” was stuck in my head—happily. i’m ready for another 30 years…..
We didn’t go anywhere this year, but we did build a campfire and roasted some dawgs and mellows and agreed completely that we are about as happy as an old married couple can be. I wrote about it this way nine years ago when we celebrated Anniversary #33:
It was 33 years ago today that Casey and I took our vows. They were the traditional “have and hold, for richer and poorer, in sickness and health, as long as we live” stuff. As Melissa and I walked down the aisle, I couldn’t have even imagined 33 years…
There are very few pictures of the event…the “photographer” was a friend who borrowed her brother’s fancy 35mm camera and loaded the first roll of film wrong. I thought she was kidding when she told me the next week…but she wasn’t.
I remember it clearly and dearly: it was so hot and humid that I couldn’t stand outside for more than 5 minutes without sweating through my dress. We didn’t have air-conditioning in our house, so I went over to church early to cool off. It was only family and some of our very best friends. Donna had a nice reception for us afterward at her house. Sadly, it seems like most of the people who were there are now dead…
And the last 33 years? Well, it’s not been exactly fairy-tale sweetness, but we’ve laughed more than we’ve cried. As we’ve shared our everyday lives, growing up and growing old, we have become Us…and I really like Us.The News from Sonnystone Acres, August 15, 2013
Hope your week is a good one! Don’t miss a chance to make someone smile!
3 thoughts on “Late Report”
I discovered him in the late 80s and he introduced me to old time radio. Listening to him over the years became my Saturday night ritual. He speaks in a whisper, so the audience has to tune in to hear what he is saying. Sadly, in the late 90s and early 2000s he let his personal political positions get in the way of his comedy. I stopped listening and found I didn’t miss his semi-personal attacks on conservatives. Hell, we made up at least half of his audience. I recently visited his website, and although some of his stories rang of the old Keillor, he now appears to be an angry old man with a large audience to admonish. I miss the old Garrison. Oh yeah, the new show with the mandolin picker is poor.
Completely agree about his politics getting in the way of his sketches and I stopped listening during that time, couldn’t understand why he was attacking me! But now I can fast-forward through the crap and go to the Guy Noir, Life of the Cowboys, Dwayne’s Mom, et al. Also agree about his current persona of semi-demented ranting grumpster, and I can’t make it through many of his columns. All that aside, he introduced me to some good music, influenced my writing, and made me laugh more often than not… And, yeah, that new show with the mandolin guy was pathetic…
I lived in Minniapolis for over a year working on building the Mall of America. It took 2 years to get tickets to see his show at the theater in St. Paul.
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