MY LIFE BY ME
george harold fulks/12-12-2011
A 1969 marriage to a Western Kentucky farm girl brought to us three daughters. Now
visiting with the most elder one, here rests I, the composer. My view towards West is
obscured by a national forest situated in one of The United States blessed with a
sub-tropical climate. There's a light rain that's supposed to subside by tomorrow, and
a high of seventy-one degrees is expected by that Tuesday. Fortunate and delighted to be here.
What the entertainment and show business industry has meant for me personally comes
to mind. Especially influential in my mind today is recollection of a popular television series aired during early 1950's. In that show celebrities were honored by
surprise tributes wherein they were asked to show up at the studio where their rise
to success was relived. Of course, many of those appearing on that show obviously been notified in advance that they had been chosen. And as many know, many surprise parties
turn out that way.
My mother, father and I were some of the earliest Charlton County, Georgia
television viewers. My parents who are now deceased both needed handkerchiefs for wiping tears from their eyes. As a teenager then, I could not share with them their obvious grief. I never shed tears, even upon
my secret love Susan's wedding announcement appearing in a Kentucky newspaper.Isn't it somewhat ironic that it is felt necessary that I plan and compose my own
My Life By Me? No one has offered to do so for numerous reasons. One of my lifetime goals was to lead military style bands, and as a leader, I failed grossly.
And the latter aspiration was a direct result of another failure. I wanted to play
trumpet professionally. The instrument was beautiful, and I loved to practice and
play trumpet. So did thousands of other musicians throughout the Earth, but only a
few succeeded. Competition was significant. Talent and skill were tremendous, and some
had political connections.
Most recently, I read Melissa Gilbert's book entitled Prairie Tale. Never
thought that I, a seventy-one year old senior citizen, would feel a need to weep and wail over
a work of English composition, but I shed buckets of tears over what she had written
and how well she had communicated her life, trials, and how she attained both fame and fortune.
Personally, I loved Melissa Gilbert in most of her roles as an actress. Among the
reasons are that I was acquainted with country people in Kentucky and Georgia who
continued a life style of pioneers on American Prairies and the wilderness. And that was into the 1940's and 50's. I could
identify with Michael Landon, Melissa Gilbert, and Little House On The Prairie
(Laura Ingalls Wilder) If you've not read Melissa's book, one might learn from it.
If one of the television networks would renew that weekly television series with
that show on the subject of My Life By Me,some of we old timers might
appreciate it. You could contribute just a little time for us to see again some of
those who entertained us during our younger days.
And allow me to remind you all. You'll be a senior citizen too. It'll come within
a twinkle of an eye, and as I, you will most surely ask: "Where did all that time go?"