The week's end was a nonstop carnival of the celebration all culminating in the grandiose eightieth birthday gathering in honour of one Louis Virgil Rockey, Junior. Here's to eighty more Junior!
The preceding night was a thirty-year celebration of epic proportions for baby brother Jere. Here is a classic from the Olan Mills "blue" period. Brother Jere was still a wild-eyed newborn and my mother had recently joined the Marx brothers for a season. I'm told those brows were actually drawn into the photo.
Some will make arguments in favor of the advancements in computer-assisted photo editing, but i say look to the eyebrows.
Behold their majesty!
I'd be remiss to not mention year thirty-eight for Mom and Pop Rockey! The thirty-eight special. This is where the title of today's post comes into play. None too long ago i was discussing the .38 Special song "hold on loosely" which i had misinterpreted as a song making a plea to a character named "blue sleeves" to "hold on!"
Now, almost by some cosmic happenstance, I look at this family photo of a husband and wife with their two young sons all dressed in blue and i sigh that misunderstood lyric which finally finds its place in my family lineage...
Hold on blue sleeves. Don't let go.
Behold their majesty!
I'd be remiss to not mention year thirty-eight for Mom and Pop Rockey! The thirty-eight special. This is where the title of today's post comes into play. None too long ago i was discussing the .38 Special song "hold on loosely" which i had misinterpreted as a song making a plea to a character named "blue sleeves" to "hold on!"
Now, almost by some cosmic happenstance, I look at this family photo of a husband and wife with their two young sons all dressed in blue and i sigh that misunderstood lyric which finally finds its place in my family lineage...
Hold on blue sleeves. Don't let go.
