Sunday, October 26, 2008

I Always Imagine...

...George Jefferson dancing when I hear this song.

I also remember my mother playing the 45 of this on a child's record player--the only thing she could afford in 1968. She'd dance with one hand on the edge of the door, swinging, spinning, slippered feet scuffing lightly on the worn green linoleum, chin up, lips pursed, eyes sparkling. I'd jump in, all knees and elbows and 4 year-old rhythm. She'd laugh and clap and say, "Get it, baby. Get it."


Anonymous said...

Girlfriend, thanks for the memory! I've always loved that song!
Tighten up!

girl6 said...

Yep. Me and my mom. That was our song.