My recent excursion to Toowoomba Dump not only exposed me to the different cultural practices and customs of the Toowoombonian peoples, but also catapaulted me back to my early childhood. All it took was the discovery of an LP record entitled 'the delightful nana mouskouri'. I was instantly transported back to my early years when, to unwind after a long day spent toiling in my father's carrot fields, I would don my long string of wooden beads and dance, dance, dance away to Nana Mouskouri, my rock idol. For a moment then in those grim years of survival in New Zealand's bleak south island, I WAS Nana Mouskouri. Maybe I still am.Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Uncanny Nana
My recent excursion to Toowoomba Dump not only exposed me to the different cultural practices and customs of the Toowoombonian peoples, but also catapaulted me back to my early childhood. All it took was the discovery of an LP record entitled 'the delightful nana mouskouri'. I was instantly transported back to my early years when, to unwind after a long day spent toiling in my father's carrot fields, I would don my long string of wooden beads and dance, dance, dance away to Nana Mouskouri, my rock idol. For a moment then in those grim years of survival in New Zealand's bleak south island, I WAS Nana Mouskouri. Maybe I still am.
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Wow! What a great portrait of you. I should have guessed you'd be a carrot picker. We had lots of Nana in our family album collection, but I never remember any one listening to it....I do however remember listening to the 'Fat Albert' albums over and over...
I laughed, I laughed and
haven't stopped laughing. Can I have a signed copy of that self portrait ....please?
We were also seduced by the mysterious sounds of Nana. I wanted to do a sing along of "Love is like a Butterfly" at our wedding but Trevor rused on the grounds that as a professional musician he couldn't be seen or heard in the vicinity of such a tune.
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