25 02 2009

The Andrew Sisters

Daddy was Greek. Momma was a Viking. They met in a little village on the Mediterranean where the peaches were so big they were mistaken for grapefruit. The shadows of the crusaders castles rolled across the hills of grapes and olives. Wasn’t life sweet in Minnesota? And then along came three little girls. Knees bopping like apples. Lungs like trumpets. In the fresh April breeze. Singing at full volume. La Verne played piano at the Silent Movie Hall for the man with the copper snake tie. Maxene and Patty took tap. The girls won a talent contest at the Orpheum Theatre. Sweethearts of the Armed Forces Radio Service. Sang about pineapple. Sang about chewing gum. Sang about coca cola for those boys in their boats, in their tents, in their tanks. Brushing their teeth. Eating that grub. Sinking those subs. Bei Mir Bist Du Schon became the favourite of the Nazis. And the inmates of the concentration camp. I can’t stand being with you all of the time. Each girl said to her sister. And the war raged on. I can’t tell if I’m happy or all of this will be over… too soon. Patty married Marty. Laverne got hitched up with Little Lou. Big Lou nestled up to Maxene. All the girls were fulfilled. Life is so… wonderful. And the war raged on. Singing songs for Wrigley’s Chewing Gum, Doles’ Pineapple. Never forgetting Franco-American. Promised to meet those service boys. When the war ended. In the soda shop. Dance and sing. Make them laugh. But on that day of reveille, not all the uniforms showed up.
Bugle Boy



2 responses

30 06 2011

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30 06 2011
David Halliday


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