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Hold On I Know I Wrote This Down Somewhere, Canada
Just a quiet country boy who believes in remaining calm at all times even though there are times when a little excitement is necessary. I also believe in living each day to it's fullest because when it's over you can never have it back and it makes one less you have coming. I was married to the most wonderful woman in the world, my late wife Ellen. She will always have a place in my heart. I like cooking, dining out, traveling, shopping, gambling, blogging, bling and I love my truck cause she's pretty and fast. Oh and let's not forget food.

June 22, 2010


Now that I'm more in the mood to blog I got to thinking about something that would make a good story and may be of some interest. As I pondered over what to write some of my earlier blogs like back when I started blogging would be a nice breath of fresh air. You know not only am I cute and cuddley now but back in my younger days I was a heart throb. I was so cute it's a wonder I ever grew up liking myself. Sounds a little thick I know but the truth is the truth. I dug back into my archives and came up with this blog entry and a picture of myself when I was only around 4 as near as I can remember. Whew was that ever a long time ago. It's enough to make one feel old. Anyway this is my story about me at an earlier time and the only name I could come with for myself was "Hollywood".

Sometimes I think back to the old movies of the day when I was just a little squirt coming along. I see kids who were stars back then and I remember how wholesome and cute they were. It's then that it hits me...Hollywood Missed It's Chance. That's right they missed their chance for a star that surely would have filled the box offices to their fullest. A young lad who was nothing short of suave and debonair and for sure a heart throb. A star to out shine any star of that time...sigh. I guess they just hadn't heard of me. Instead I was destined as a child to live a life of freedom from the hustle and bustle of the big city and all it's bright lights. I was to live a life of a farm boy running freely with the wind through the woods with my faithful dog Socrates at my side. Learning life's valuable lessons on how to survive, how to make things grow, and yes I even talked to the animals on the farm. Weren't many people around those parts then so I had to make do with what I had. I did alright, I think the animals understood me and I them. We got along good so what more is there. I lived a life full of love from my grandparents and grew from a cute and lovable little tike into a big cute and huggable ol Teddy Bear. You know I still think that I could have made an impression under the bright lights. It could have been move over Shirley Temple and Alfalfa. For all I know I could have grown up sitting in the White House just as Ronald Reagan did. But you know I wouldn't have traded my life as a young lad for anything in the world. What most now would consider dull was exciting to me. What most now wish they could learn I knew. Yes if I could start all over, I would start back on the farm and just be the unknown Hollywood.


G in Berlin said...

Cool- now I can finally say hello! Welcome to blogspot from a long time reader.

Sally said...

Actually, I remember this post! I didn't grow up on the farm, but went to my grandmother's every chance I got, and those are the best memories!

Hope you have a GREAT day!! :)

Cindy said...

Hey Curtis! You'll like it here at Blogspot. Lots of easy gadgets to add to your page and no glitches like WLS. Welcome and thanks for reminding us that you like to cook, shop and eat! Cindy

Cowboy Joe said...

Glad you're back buddy. I too remember this post

Anonymous said...

yep I am in like flynn
I think lets see if I can post now

Anonymous said...

What a handsome young man you were, Curtis!!!

As I read your observations about child movie stars I found myself reflecting on how different the lives of those young people were off-screen; you were better off on the farm, I think!

You may not have had fame, nor the wealth which comes from it, but you had grandparents who loved you,
the countryside to run freely, and, of course, Socrates.

Sounds like a pretty good life to me!

I enjoyed your essay!

JennyD said...

,,,and here I am, Curtis, reading once again all your posts, from WLS to here on blogspot. I am so thankful that I saved them as I went along. Well, most. I have 3 yrs worth of the most heartfelt travels through the soul a man could take. No one could ever compare to you, you know that.
I think back to all the talks on the phone, the dinners by webcam, and tons of emails and all the teasing and jabbing we did, and I can still remember your words that I have saved forever. You said, thank you for being my best friend. I cry even now remembering that. Yes, it was the same for both of us. The bond was immediate, deep, and incredible. Here we were, 2 only children with no more family and yet we saw the world the same and reacted the same and thought the same. I can still remember you saying that I was the big sis (the only sis) that you never had and that you loved me. I said in return that you were my little brother and that I loved you, too, and that we'd always have each other to lean on and to give support. Well we did, for 3 yrs anyway. Better than none for sure. You will never know (although you probably do) how my life became bathed in light because of you, Curtis, my brother. I know you're with Ellen and soooo happy now, but I can't help but mourne so hard til I can't breathe. You understand, I know you do. My brother has been ripped away from me. How do people go on after something like this? I guess they just do because there's no alternative, but my heart is broken and I miss you. Days and nights and certainly the holidays will never be the same without you. You were the best thing to ever happen in my life, and I mean that. Love always and forever to you, my meant-to-be brother. Always and forever.
XOXOXO Your big sister, Jenny