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Thursday, April 25. 2019

Thanks to Irving Berlin

Written in 1918. Best national song for the USA. OK, I am a Yankees fan, sort-of, but they should be banned for their racist history. Along with all of the slave owners on our currency. 




Posted by The News Junkie at 13:59 | Comments (5) | Trackbacks (0)

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I miss that country.
#1 Judith on 2019-04-25 19:01 (Reply)
A family story about the song from Richard Fernandez. From WWII, as US troops came in to free prisoners in the Philippines. It starts: "Mom lived a short distance from the Sto Tomas internment camp. On Feb 3 1945 a 20 something Japanese Army Catholic chaplain, who'd befriended the family came to the house and left a bolt of striped silk cloth. . . .

https://twitter.com/wretchardthecat/status/1120568565923446785
#2 KT on 2019-04-26 00:42 (Reply)
"Berlin was touring U.S. military bases in 1945. During a stop in the Philippines, he heard children in Leyte singing the song God Bless America. Touched by that and feeling that they might like a song of their own, he composed "Heaven Watch the Philippines"

https://twitter.com/wretchardthecat/status/1120495823866015744
#3 KT on 2019-04-26 00:44 (Reply)
And thanks to Willie Nelson for introducing his music to me. Whenever I catch myself whistling a song absent-mindedly, I realize it's Blue Skies.
#4 Jack Walter on 2019-04-26 07:06 (Reply)
As a long-term expat sitting in the bleak desert next to the Arabian Gulf, that made me cry for home.
#5 Whitehall on 2019-04-27 04:36 (Reply)

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