Do You Remember The Rock and Roll Waltz?


Greetings again, members of my audience who are present today. This morning I got a call on my cellular phone from my old buddy Bill. He was calling to tell me that he had read in the obituaries that a woman he thought I would remember, Clara or Cleo I think he said her name was, had died. I told him that I didn’t know who that was. Billy said that she went to the same school as us but had graduated a few years before we did. I told him that I definitely did not know her. He said the funeral is on Thursday, and he’s going.

We got to talking about the summer we went up to Prince Edward Island and had ourselves a real ball. Now that’s up in the Canadian Maritimes off the coast of Nova Scotia, and it was the summer of 1956. I remember it distinctly because that was the year when the rock and roll waltz was all the rage. Everywhere you turned, people were doing the rock and roll waltz. One, two, and then rock; one, two, and then roll. That’s how you do it. Billy and I practiced that waltz for days on end in our hotel room just so we could go dancing at the ballroom there and meet the young ladies! It was quite the place to be.

I haven’t been back to Prince Edward Island in years, but from what I hear, it was good until they opened that bridge to the mainland, which let the riffraff in. And once that Guernseybeat music (or whatever they called it) from England came in, most of the young people started dancing to that instead of the rock and roll waltz.

Until next time!

Ahoy,

The Codger

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9 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Charlie on July 19, 2010 at 12:25 pm

    Good day sir. I’ve never left the states myself, except for the war. I say, “see your own country first.” That being said, Prince Edward Island sounds like it was a grand place until the garbage people started pouring in. The same thing happened with the Goulding Town Pool here in Goulding, which was much more enjoyable before everyone knew about it.

    Be well,
    Charlie

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    • Ahoy, Mr. Charlie. So sorry to hear about your town pool. It’s such a shame when troublemaking young people see fit to colonize something that we seniors are enjoying. The same thing happened with my favorite bench at the mall. You can’t go over there now expecting to find an empty bench, because it’s not going to happen. And those kids are always wiping their ice cream all over the floor in front of it, so when you go to get up, your shoes stick to the floor.

      Best regards,
      The Codger

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  2. Dear Codger,
    How funny you should mention cellular telephones and dance “crazes”. I am now the proud owner of a particular cellular device called “The Jitterbug”. Now, being a gentleman whose “Lindy Hop” made me a regular Arthur Murray, I was happy to receive a device that was named so closely to the dance I love (before my back pain made it near impossible for me to so much as Jive). This Jitterbug is quite good. My grandson came over and programmed it, so all I have to do is press “1” if I want to call him and “2” if I need an ambulance.
    Yours in Friendship,
    Wesley

    Reply

    • Hello to you today, Mr. Branderson. Congratulations on your Jitterbug purchase. I think you’ll be pleased with it. It’s a sturdy little bugger. The missus had been nagging me to buy her one, so after I won big at the casino a few months ago, I went ahead and got it for her (and it was cheaper than a mink coat, if you catch my drift!). Did you get the white or the charcoal gray one? I decided to stick with my current cellular because I like how many buttons it has, and I already have a Life Alert bracelet that calls Dr. C. Everett Koop and the ambulance if I take a fall.

      Best wishes,
      The Codger

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  3. I enjoyed today’s post. I think our brains are wired to like music our parents can’t stand. I’ll bet your parents didn’t like the Rock and Roll Waltz any better than you liked the Guernseybeat. I’ll bet your grandchildren won’t like the so-called music your great-grandchildren listen to, either.

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    • A good day to you, Mr. Pack. You’re certainly correct that my parents disapproved of the rock and roll waltz. As a matter of fact, they spent several afternoons picketing against it down by the city hall. They were furious when they found out how I spent that summer up on Prince Edward Island! My grandchildren are fortunate that I make an attempt to stay up-to-date with modern music.

      Ahoy,
      The Codger

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  4. Ahh memories! I remember the rock and roll walz. Can’t remember how old I was when it was out. I think you mean the Mersey sound don’t you? The Beatles etc?

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    • Ahoy, Technogran 1! Thank you for stopping by. Yes, I suppose I did mean “Mersey” instead of “Guernsey”. But by any name, in my mind, I tend to think of that whole era of hippie music as “the day the music died”. Your Blog looks quite intriguing. I will have to spend some time engulfed in reading it.

      Best,
      The Codger

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      • Thank you Dear Codger you are more than welcome! Pull up a comfy chair and partake of the usual nonsense, drivel and my current rants and raves that I indulge in on there.

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