Open a new window…….

Jerry Herman wrote this catchy little tune….Happens to be from my favorite movie…yes its campy…not in the “campy” way but in the “campy way”  Think about it… a movie that focuses on eccentric Mame Dennis, whose madcap life is disrupted when her deceased brother’s son Patrick is entrusted to her care. Rather than bow to convention, Mame introduces the boy to her free-wheeling lifestyle, which includes his nanny Agnes Gooch and husband Beauregard Jackson Pickett Burnside, a Southern aristocrat with a Georgia plantation called Peckerwood.  Gooch…Peckerwood…..you have to love it….at least I do.  This movie ALWAYS makes me smile…..

You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame,
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame,
You’ve got that banjoes strummin’
And plunkin’ out a tune to beat the band,
The whole plantation’s hummin’
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame,
You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame,
Who ever thought a Yankee would put
A little Dixie mouse to shame.
You’ve made us feel alive again,
You’ve given us the drive again,
To make the South revive again, Mame.
Beauregard Burnside:
You’ve brought the cake-walk back into style, Mame
You make the weepin’ willow tree smile, Mame,
Your skin is Dixie satin,
There’s rebel in your manner and your speech,
You may be from Manhattan,
But Georgia never had a sweeter peach.
All:
You make our black-eyed peas and our grits, Mame,
Seem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, Mame,
You came, you saw, you conquered
And absolutely nothing is the same.
You’re special fascination’ll prove to be inspirational,
We think you’re just sensational, Mame.
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame,
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame,
You’ve got that banjoes strummin’
And plunkin’ out a tune to beat the band,
The whole plantation’s hummin’
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame,
You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame,
Who ever thought a Yankee would put
A little Dixie mouse to shame.
You’ve made us feel alive again,
You’ve given us the drive again,
To make the South revive again, Mame.
Mame! Mame! Mame! Mame!

Imagine a gal from Manhattan knocking them dead in Georgia!  You know why?  Cause Mame was a character….quite a character…..she made it in spite of the odds and loved every minute of it!   With each passing day, we get closer to camp and I think of all the characters we have in residence….I could tell you the stories I have heard….most are second-hand as I am relatively new…..but we have a colorful bunch at SLC….some have been around over 50 years…some far less but they are characters just the same!

Can’t wait for the summer of 2010!  New characters…old characters….future leaders…I am psyched!

I leave you with this….

Open a new window,
Open a new door,
Travel a new highway,
That’s never been tried before;
Before you find you’re a dull fellow,
Punching the same clock,
Walking the same tight rope
As everyone on the block.
The fellow you ought to be is three dimensional,
Soaking up life down to your toes,
Whenever they say you’re slightly unconventional,
Just put your thumb up to your nose.
And show ’em how to dance to a new rhythm,
Whistle a new song,
Toast with a new vintage,
The fizz doesn’t fizz too long.
There’s only one way to make the bubbles stay,
Simply travel a new high way,
Dance to a new rhythm,
Open a new window ev’ry day!

You can guess where that came from…but its what we do everyday at camp…Open a new window…….

See you soon.

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