Showing posts with label Lawrence Welk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lawrence Welk. Show all posts

Thursday, January 23, 2025

Memes of the Week

 Memes sometimes just make my day.  I wish I were one of those people who thought of them and knew how to "make" them.  May have to do some research on that process. I did run across a free Meme Generator once. Will have to go back to that - if I can find it. Plus -- wish I knew how the term Meme even came to be. Guess I will look for that as well.

To get closer to today's topic -- there are two memes that are in competition for the best that I encountered this past week.  This first is


                    Dear Winter... 

                        Stop it.   (from @anxiousandy!)


The second is a photo of a smiling Lawrence Welk with his conducting baton in hand. (I have no idea who created this meme, but it is great!) The words superimposed at the top -- "If you were forced to watch this as a child, you may be entitled to compensation."  I so remember sitting on the floor in front of my Grandma Bessie's TV watching The Lawrence Welk Show on her little TV that could receive two channels on a good day,  and ... cannot forget the Ed Sullivan Show while I am at it. They are not my most painful of childhood memories for sure ... but -- they are on the list. Anyway -- back to the topic -- The Welk meme dropped in and all I could hear in my head was "and a one and a two..."  

Have to mention though that although I was never a Welk fan, I always wished I knew how to dance the polka.  Still do. Am I alone in this? I do think I am now a bit past the point of donning a full skirt with high heels, and certainly should not attempt the swirling even in my bare feet.  I missed the opportunity on that one.  I will deal with it.  I do know how to square dance though - or at least I used to.  That was taught in fifth grade at my elementary school. It was mandatory and I was totally freaked about it. I recall that was the first time I had to dance with a boy ...  back in the days when I thought all boys had cooties.  His name was Harold Eddy. He did not have cooties.  Odd that I can remember that and not where I put my phone.  Is there a meme brewing in all of this? Perhaps....