| another look at my record collection... |
| When I was growing up, I really liked this record. I liked it so much that my mother bought me several more. Marcy was a ventriloquist and Little Marcy was her doll, puppet... I hesitate to say dummy because of my strong attachment to her. I was fascinated by Little Marcy and spent hours listening to her sing in her high-pitched, tight-lipped, jaw-clenched voice. While looking at the photo of her at her little piano, I imagined what it would be like to see Little Marcy play it. How I wished I could actually watch Little Marcy perform! The art of ventriloquism does not easily lend itself to vinyl...something always seemed to be missing. Even with my rich imagination, I had some difficulty picturing how Little Marcy's mouth might look as it belted out gospel songs. Little Marcy did for Sunday school what Hannah Montana did for the Disney Channel. So, having personally experienced the furor of Little Marcy adoration, imagine my delight when I happened upon a very rare VHS tape of none other than Little Marcy! Finally, my childhood dream of watching her perform was about to be recognized. It seemed too good to be true! I looked at the video box and could not even breathe until I saw |
| for sure that the video tape inside was indeed Little Marcy...it was! I was elated. My kids wanted to look at the tape but I wouldn't let them until we could all sit down and enjoy it together. I envisioned the thrill of excitement that Daisy would experience when she watched Little Marcy for the first time. I put the video tape in the player and awaited their reaction with great anticipation. When I looked over at my kids, I could see that |
| Little Marcy, The Religious Singing Doll |
| this long-anticipated moment wasn't playing out quite like I had envisioned it. The oldest two had incredulous looks on their faces. Jonah shook his head disbelieving and Linda Jo's eyes appeared to be glazed over as she breathed, "No, no..." Daisy's eyes became teary and she cried, "I'm gonna have bad dreams!" I simply couldn't understand why they should feel this way about poor Little Marcy. I was thoroughly irritated at their reaction toward my childhood idol. When the two older ones began ridiculing Little Marcy in addition to the persistent interrogation of why I liked her, I finally had my fill of their disrespect. While Daisy sat looking on with a traumatized look on her face, the other two taunted me unmercifully. "Just stop it!" I said, fighting for Little Marcy as much as I was for myself and the childhood fantasy that had filled many happy hours. "It's not like she's Chucky!" Yes, I was a bit defensive, after all, they had hit a tender spot. Little Marcy was sweet. She had never teased anyone the way Linda Jo and Jonah were teasing me. Their unkind laughter convinced me that they were children who could have used the very gospel message that Little Marcy brought to children of the 70's. Looking at the picture below of Little Marcy as she sits atop the Holy Bible boxcar makes me feel better. I don't know why, but I am feeling very religious right now. |
| On Easter Sunday, I went to church, so maybe that is another reason I feel religious. I haven't been to church in some time. Whenever I decide I am going to church, I can just count on some catastrophe happening. This week, it was the coffeepot that had something wrong with it...the coffee didn't taste right, so I decided to make a quick trip to the coffee shop. That's when I discovered that the battery in my car was dead! Joe had to go to Kragen's and buy a new one. He finished playing mechanic right when church was starting, so he decided to stay home so the kids and I wouldn't be late. We visited First Baptist Church on Pine Street and it was very nice. There were all kinds of activities for kids and some musicians playing. The pastor said something like, "Well, everyone is asking if there will be a sermon today. Here's the sermon: Jesus died, was buried, and he rose again." Later, after the singing, he said a few nice verses and baptized some people, but basically, his sermon was short and sweet. I thought it was great. The church had the street blocked off and everyone held a balloon and released it to celebrate Jesus rising from the dead. It was a beautiful sight... |
Lots of church stuff this week. So yeah, I'm feeling religious... Maybe it's because of going to church, but then again, maybe it's Little Marcy... I'm done writing for now, my kids are wigging out on me. |
