MONDAY MUSINGS – WHY DO WE DO IT

Monday – December 17, 2012

On Friday I started this musing with what I intended to be some witty, humorous anecdotes about words and writing, such as:  a college class was told they had to write a short story in as few words as possible. The instructions required the story to contain the following three subjects:

(1) Religion (2) Sexuality (3) Mystery

Below is the only A+ short story in the class:

“Good God, I’m pregnant! I wonder who did it?”

By Saturday, after hearing about Newtown, I knew I could not try to write more wit and humor. Nevertheless, I have allowed the first barb to remain. But the horrendous event that occurred this past Friday in that bucolic town, 28 miles from my house, where we knew a couple of people, made me only think, instead, about sad songs in the same genre as Where have all the Flowers Gone, written by Pete Seeger in 1955 and made famous by Peter, Paul and Mary in the 1960s…where have all the young girls gone; where have all the young boys gone… 

In my novel, “No Commitments,” the heroine, Marianna, becomes a singer/songwriter with three major hits: A Mad Generation, Tower in the Sky and a third song, lyrics by yours truly (page 170), which I dedicate to the parents and families of Newtown:      

                                                      WHY DO WE IT

Why do we do it,

Kill each other every day?

We are all one people,

Does it have to be this way?

It is madness; it is insane;

What else is there to say?

As children are learning to kill…

Instead of to play.

 

Thank you for stopping by…and Newtown, we shall forever remember.

 

VS

 

2 thoughts on “MONDAY MUSINGS – WHY DO WE DO IT

  1. 50 years ago Mr Gene Nunnelee called me and said “your father asked me to call and tell you your sister died today in a car wreck”. She was 19. I will never forget that voice or that call. As a parent and grandparent I know my hurt then pales in comparison to the announcement in Newtown, “There will be no more reunions, no more survivors will be brought forth.” Parents aren’t supposed to outlive there children.

    • I remember that day well. I brought a girl from New York home. (Christina). We went out that night to Cape with friends (I think you were there). The next afternoon my mother came into the house crying. She had just witnessed the accident down the steet from our house and knew the outcome –
      Jerry and sister Ann. Peace. VS

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