Watching a bit of the Michael Jackson Memorial today brought back a funny memory. I had a conversation with my Grandma Cleo shortly after the Thriller album came out that went something like this:
"Grandma, don't you love Michael Jackson?"
"Who's Michael Jackson?" she said.
Imagine a look of utter disgust and amazement on my young face.
"You don't know who Michael Jackson is? When I'm a grandma, I'm going to love Michael Jackson!!!"
While I was recalling that, a funny image popped in my head...
Michael teaching Cleo how to moonwalk up in heaven.
About Me
- Kelli
- Wife. Stay-at-home mom. Wanna-be singer/ songwriter. Clueless, but dedicated, home decorator on a budget-minded mission trying my best to create a loving little nest for my family.
2 comments:
Love it... brought a smile : -)
Your grandma could do the Charleston as I recall.
love your writing... where'd you get all the talent? I know you got the musical ability from me.
love ya........dad
oh wow...that would be funny!!
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