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Today we loose a giant. A man that has been instrumental in the forwarding of the music industry has left us. Let us all member and give thanks for the life of Les Paul.

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Comment by Amelia Free on August 14, 2009 at 2:00pm
the music never dies, it just takes on a different form.
Comment by Amelia Free on August 14, 2009 at 1:56pm
Can't help but post more memories of Waukesha. At the time, I was the partner of a wonderful, 89-year-old Baptist minister's wife. Upon meeting me, she took me in like the best tomato off the vine in her own spiritual garden. Perhaps she knew my own grandmothers had died when I was very young and I needed an old-lady grandma for me. We took to each other like bees to honey. I have memories of carrying that old woman on my back around the corner from the First Baptist church (where her son-in-law was minister) to the beauty parlor in the middle of winter, stepping lightly amongst snow banks and ice patches just so she could have her hair done all up right. She allowed me to wash her back when I placed her in the shower for her bath. In summer, I used to get home from my duties at some girl scout or campfire girl camp (I can't rightly remember now - but it is where I learned the tractor thing) around 4pm. I rode my bike home in those days and she'd be in the middle of a re-run of "Charlie's Angels," right around that time. She had poor vision and I would stand in the doorway and just call her name, "grandma," until she found me and giggled a bit. Then I'd sit down with her on her couch in her bedroom and she'd say, "Now, can you explain to me exactly what these girls are up to today?"

I'd watch the program for a few minutes (Charlie's Angels were something I'd watched as a young kid and knew their scripts quite well) and then I'd turn to her and give her my synopsis of the girls' doings up to this point in the program. Then I'd narrate her the continuing goings-on as the story unfolded. We would hold hands on her couch and laugh and laugh at all the dramas and circumambulations of the characters.

Waukesha, WI, gave me love and belonging and a sense of family and humour in the midst of life's trials and tribulations as a young woman.

On each of her birthdays, grandma had gone out into the parking area to "throw her hoop" basketball each year. As each year passed, her strength waned. After I had met her, on her birthday, she would throw the basketball to me and say, "Amelia, I'm too old to make the hoop anymore - you do it for me."

And I would.

"Grandma" died at age 95 in 1997. I threw roses into her creation plot on a cold, blustery winter day in January somewhere in upstate New York.

This is my personal celebration of my time in Waukesha, Wisconsin. It is a great honor to realize that what I received in that small town very personally, was being given out into a larger world by a man with a gift of music.

Let us receive the torch of creativity and love into ourselves from these great elders and carry that light on in integrity, wisdom and heart.
Comment by Amelia Free on August 14, 2009 at 1:33pm
Thank you for the information about the death of a giant in the music industry. At 94, hey, this is an expected loss and I honor a long and fulfilled life led by this man. It is good to see death occur after a long and fulfilled life, during which he left a legacy to so many more than his individual life.

I have to say I did not know he was from Waukesha, WI. In the early '80's, I lived in and learned to drive and repair tractors there, learned how to use power tools and chain saws and discovered my mechanical abilities as a woman. What a lovely koinkidink. Waukesha means "Little Fox" to any one who wants to know and I feel very honored to have known intimately the birthplace of this great man.

Let us all continue to "bring it on" in honor of this legendary man.

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