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This post marks two huge milestones . . . unlike anything seen before in our lifetime.
The first, which is sure to rock the world o’blogging, is that this is my 250th blog post.
Please hold your applause.
The second milestone is that 50 years ago today, The Beatles invaded the United States. No, silly, not a swarm of locusts, but those lovable mop-heads, John, Paul, George, and Ringo. They made their American debut on The Ed Sullivan show and once again the world was rocked. Not by one of my stellar blog posts, but by Beatlemania.
Coincidence? I think not. Cue the music from the Twilight Zone.
How could it be a coincidence that The Beatles’ most devoted fan hit 250 posts on such a momentous occasion?
Just so you know exactly how old I am, I was five-years-old 50 years ago when The Beatles sang “All my Loving” on Mr. Sullivan’s television show. (I’ll wait while you do the math.)
Well, it is rumored that they sang. No one really knows for sure if they belted out a tune or not, because screaming teenage girls drowned out every other sound with their histrionics. Old Eddy boy was screaming as well, and had to be revived with smelling salts.
Back to me as an adorable kindergartener . . .
My beloved Uncle Mitchell came to our house for a visit on the wake of The Beatles’ long-hair, guitar-playing, blasphemous debut on The Ed Sullivan Show. Well, that review of The Beatles’ debut, of course, was according to my father. After watching their performance on our black and white television, my Dad muttered under his breath, “What is this world coming to?”
Oh, Dad. If you only knew what was in store for us in terms of radical rock stars. Think, Lady Gaga wearing a meat dress and Miley Cyrus twerking.
Back to me as an adorable kindergartener and Uncle Mitchell’s visit . . .
Uncle Mitchell arrived wearing Beatle boots and I thought it was the coolest thing ever.
EV-ER.
You have to admit it was pretty cool.
For those of us of a certain age (old), there is no need for a definition of Beatle boots. To humor those of a more tender age, The Beatles wore ankle-high boots with a side zipper, bit of a heel, and a pointed toe. In the 1960s, they were considered avant-garde and edgy. By today’s standards, they were about as tame as milquetoast.
Uncle Mitchell passed away at age 93 in October. We were braced for it, but it was still a blow. His sense of humor, story-telling timing, and sharp wit was enchanting and wacky. He found joy in every moment, loved life, and it showed. It was contagious. If I could have just half of positive energy he exuded, I would consider myself a lucky girl. But in reality, where I feel most lucky is that he was a rich and colorful part of my life.
My uncle had a decades-long career on Broadway as an actor, director, playwright, and stage manager. He worked with some of the finest in the theater . . . Ian McKellen, Woody Allen, Tom Stoppard, Tony Randall, Maggie Smith, Al Pacino, and Tennessee Williams, to name only a few. In his words, Uncle Mitchell was “born to theater, drama, and performing.
That explains the Beatle boots.
To give you an idea of the kind of person he was, let me tell you a story. Uncle Mitchell never met a stranger. While he was at our house a few years ago, he called his sister and brother-in-law (my parents) to tell them to be sure to watch the Kennedy Center Honors on television. When he realized he misdialed and got a wrong number, he said to the person who answered the phone, “Let me tell you why I was calling my sister. You MUST watch the Kennedy Center Honors on television tonight. The show is supposed to be fantastic!”
He had 10-minute conversation with a wrong number. So like Uncle Mitchell.
So, in addition to this post being a tribute to my 250 posts of utter brilliance blather, and a salute to the band that changed the world of music, it is an overdue homage to my uncle.
To borrow a line from the novel The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy, “The only word for goodness is goodness, and it is not enough.” Uncle Mitchell was the coolest guy ever and life was his stage.
Bravo, Uncle Mitchell. Encore. You too, Beatles.
Not you, Robin. You should go sit down.
bulldog said:
Those were good days and entrenched deep in my memory was the visit they made to the USA, we wondered if they’d ever make it to Africa… I was a little older than you and man did enjoy those days…
Congrats on 250 posts… quite the mile stone…
BeatlesMusic (@BeatlesMusic1) said:
Congratulations on 250 blog posts & your uncle looks nice.
kindredspirit23 said:
Hmm, I guess we were the same age (I know, let the slow ones do the math again.).
Good post. I like the Beatles, but am not, by any means, their biggest fan. Now, Jessica Alba, we can talk…
zuludelta45 said:
Great Post!! Congratulations on 250 Blog Posts…….I have a few more to go getting there. I shall continue. As a side note for everyone who reads your post is what may be more important than remembering Mitchell, is to do your best to be like Mitchell! The world will be a better place! Zulu Delta
robincoyle said:
He certainly made my world a better place and every day I try to emulate him . . . his joy, his laughter, and his generous spirit. Tough shoes to fill.
the eternal traveller said:
Your Dad would have had a conniption if he’d seen Madonna in that pointy bra! Uncle Mitchell sounds amazing. How lucky you have been to have him in your life.
robincoyle said:
What was with that pointy bra? It looked dangerous.
the eternal traveller said:
And not very comfortable.
Arlene said:
Congrats on your milestone – that is a BIG achievement! 🙂 I love the pictures of your uncle! Sounds like a great person to have known!!
robincoyle said:
He has a special place in my heart. No one could make me laugh like Uncle Mitchell. And oh, the stories.
Arlene said:
They would probably make for great blog posts 🙂
robincoyle said:
You are not the only person to suggest that. I will see what I can come up with!
Zen A. said:
Congrats on your milestone, Robin! Also, it sounds like your uncle was a wonderfully awesome person; I love that he was able to casually conduct a conversation despite his mistake!
Zen A. said:
To add on to what I said above, I would’ve probably mumbled an apology and hung up quickly!
robincoyle said:
Or been hung up on! It turned out that the man at the wrong number worked at the Kennedy Center at some point and was very happy to talk to my uncle about it.
IntrovertedSarah said:
Wow, you do have the coolest uncle ever. Who else do you have hiding in your cool closet, beside the boots ( which are very cool.)
robincoyle said:
Skeletons . . . lots of skeletons in my closet. 🙂
heylookawriterfellow said:
Oh, there is a book in there, Robin. I wanna know more about that uncle of yours!
robincoyle said:
You know . . . I think you are on to something. However, I could never do him justice. He was one-of-a-kind and it would be hard to capture his soul on paper.
heylookawriterfellow said:
C’mon, you! Do some research and do it!
I can promise that you’ll sell at least one copy.
Vanessa-Jane Chapman said:
So much coolness in one post! Do you think there’ll be a revival of those boots now? If not, should we start one? I would totally wear those. They, like your uncle, the Beatles, and you, have stood the test of time and remain forever cool. (Although my 15 year old repeatedly tells me that “cool” is not a cool word anymore, but what do the youth these days know about coolness eh?).
robincoyle said:
I most certainly do think we should start the trend of wearing Beatle boots! We can buy them here: http://www.sixtiesbeatwear.co.uk/shop/product-category/boots/
Cool isn’t cool anymore? Oh dear. I still say groovy! And neat-o. And awesome-sauce. I am so behind the times.
Perfecting Motherhood said:
Wow, your uncle was as cool as the Beatles! What a fun person to have around when you were growing up. Congrats on the 150th post. Time to celebrate with a bottle of wine. And you know it doesn’t matter if you have misplaced your corkscrew.
robincoyle said:
It was always an adventure when Uncle Mitchell came for a visit. He made the most mundane seem like a trip to Disneyland. I wish he was still around so I could tell him about opening a wine bottle with a shoe. He would have tried it out for himself immediately and poured wine for all!
Perfecting Motherhood said:
I bet he would have!
Jilanne Hoffmann said:
Love your uncle! Dashing….I think he knew my aunt. Congrats and making it to 250! That’s a lotta words. Are you speechless, now?
robincoyle said:
Ha! I am rather speechless. Your comment caused me to do some math. Most of my posts are around 500 words. That makes 125,000 word not counting comments! Good Lord!
Uncle Mitchell was so dashing. In addition to acting, he did quite a bit of modeling. I have WONDERFUL photos of him as a result.
jmmcdowell said:
I think my older sister and cousins would argue with you about who is the biggest Beatle fan. 🙂 Yesterday, my Facebook newsfeed held a yellow submarine’s worth of status updates about the Fab Four and that rock-and-roll music.
Your uncle sounds like a remarkable man, and he lives on in your memories and shared stories. So you should definitely make him part of your next 250 posts.
I just looked, and I’ll be there in 6 more posts. Yikes—not sure I can come up with anything fitting!
robincoyle said:
You always come up with something fitting, JM! I’ll watch for your 250th post.
I may do some more Mitchell posts. When he started to fail 3 years ago, I wrote an essay about him to capture my memories on paper. While he is unforgettable, I wanted the stories on paper.
I’ll arm wrestle your sister and cousins for the title of being the most devoted Beatle fan.
The Writing Waters Blog said:
He does look like the coolest uncle ever.
robincoyle said:
Not just anyone can pull off a fur coat and top hat!
The Hook said:
Everyone should have an Uncle Mitchell, Robin.
robincoyle said:
I agree. I feel blessed he was part of my life.
jatwood4 said:
Yay — 250! Always so interesting too. And the Beatles — I was a decade too late for their early, (and to me, best,) years. Hard to believe a half-century has passed!
robincoyle said:
Ooh . . . when you put it that way, half-century, it sounds like sooooooo much longer than 50 years!~
4amWriter said:
Oh, yes. I grew up on the Beatles. My dad is from England, and he played their music all the time. I don’t think they’ll ever go out of style.
You look absolutely ravishing for 250. 😉
robincoyle said:
The Beatles are timeless. Unlike me. At 250, I’m looking a little worn around the edges.
Did your dad watch the special on TV last night?
unfetteredbs said:
Love your Uncle Mitchell stories. I think you represent him quite well, Robin.
I just don’t get the draw of the Beatles… Yes, I said it.
Happy 250!! And I raise my glass to many more to come.
robincoyle said:
Heresy! Pure heresy! Watch out . . . you may be struck down by a lightening bolt. Or my shoe!
I got a million Uncle Mitchell stories . . .
unfetteredbs said:
Wow. Rough reply. Now, do you really want to smack me? Or have me fried by lightening?
robincoyle said:
Don’t mess with my Beatles. I’m warning you . . . it could get ugly. Shoe throwing and acts of God and all.
unfetteredbs said:
Ok ok ok. I respect the talent of the Beatles. Chill lady.
( smile)
robincoyle said:
Phew. You had me worried there.
unfetteredbs said:
I sure as hell don’t want you to punch me
The Laughing Housewife said:
A charming post!
Congratulations on turning 250.
According to Lenin (I think), everything is political. According to me, I love coincidences. Therefore, everything political is a coincidence and everything coincidental is political.
Which is my way of saying, we are related because I love this post and because my Mum saw the Beatles at the Cavern before they were famous.
You can’t argue with the facts.
Can we have more posts about your fabulous and fascinating uncle, please?
robincoyle said:
Your mum saw The Beatles at the Cavern?!?!?! Wow. I am so jealous. I would love to hear her stories about that. She is no longer with us, correct? Did she take any pictures?
I have lots of Uncle Mitchell stories. I may slip some in now and then. I worry I am being self-indulgent . . .
The Laughing Housewife said:
Sadly, not. She didn’t know they were going to be famous, you see…
I look forward to Uncle Mitch stories – soon!
susielindau said:
Congratulations! Is that really a photo of your Uncle????
robincoyle said:
Yes, that really is a picture of my uncle. It was from a production of The Happiest Millionaire. He bought that coat (beaver, I believe) at a second-hand store for a song. Unfortunately it was stolen from a restaurant’s coat check. Oh, how I would love to have it.
susielindau said:
How cool! The picture alone is priceless!
robincoyle said:
He was priceless.
jmgoyder said:
Applause!
robincoyle said:
Why, thank you, JM.
How is your husband doing? Sorry I haven’t been by your pad in a long time. I must not be getting notification of your blog posts anymore.
jmgoyder said:
Been a rough few months but getting there!
robincoyle said:
I’m sorry to hear it has been rough. But glad you are moving in the right direction.
Let's CUT the Crap! said:
Congratulations on your 250 posts. Outstanding! Your uncle sounds like some cool guy and we know all about the beetles. You won’t soon forget any of these milestones. 🙂
robincoyle said:
Thank you! I want to be cool like my uncle, but alas, no one can ever truly be like him.
Let's CUT the Crap! said:
A one-of-a-kind is exactly that.
diannegray said:
An amazing tribute to an amazing man on your 250th post, Robin. He sounds like he would have been the kind of person to smile at your words and celebration of his wonderful life 😀
And PS – we’re exactly the same age (but that’s our little secret) 😉
robincoyle said:
I loved when I made him laugh. But that was pretty easy to do . . . he found humor in everything.
I don’t tell our secret if you don’t!
Pete Denton said:
Congratulations on the two-fifty. Tremendous effort. Great tribute to your uncle. 🙂
robincoyle said:
I can’t believe I had something to say 250 times! Not that any of it was meaningful, but that I felt the need to bore you 250 times!
Pete Denton said:
All those pesky weak words must have accounted for a high number of posts 🙂
jamieayres said:
I can’t wait to listen to Uncle Mitchell’s stories in heaven and listen o the Beatles play 🙂 Congrats on 250 posts . . . cheers to 250 more!
robincoyle said:
Oh, and he was a master at story-telling. He had so much material to work with! i hear his voice in my head and smile.
Yikes! 250 more!?! how am I going to pull that off?
allthingsboys said:
LOVE IT! He looked like a fun guy–boots and all!
robincoyle said:
Uncle Mitchell infused joy and laughter in everything he did and caught you up in the fun. Gosh, I miss him.
Karen said:
So, wait. Does this mean we need 300 candles for the cake? There will be cake. Right? (Happy 250th!)
robincoyle said:
What is a celebration without cake!?!? And 300 candles. Put the fire department on speed-dial.