Today’s song is ‘That’s All Right Mama’. This was a song written and originally performed by blues singer Arthur Crudup in 1947. It is best known as the debut single recorded and released by Elvis Presley. Presley's version was recorded and released in July 1954 with ‘Blue Moon of Kentucky’ as the B-side. It was ranked number 113 on the 2010 Rolling Stone magazine list of the ‘500 Greatest Songs of All Time’. Elvis changed some of the words as it was recorded back in 1947.
In July 2004, exactly 50 years after its first issuing, the song was released as a CD single in several countries, reaching Number 3 in the United Kingdom, Number 31 in Australia, Number 33 in Ireland, and Number 47 in Sweden.
As an Irish man, born and bred, I learned very early on in my life who the most important person in it was. It wasn’t the pope or the parish priest, it wasn’t the teachers or even my dear father; it was my mother!
My very first example of goodness witnessed daily as I grew from infant to manhood was to be seen in my mother; in her wise words, in her positive and hopeful attitude displayed, in her blunt truth spoken, in her honestly expressed emotions at the moment of their birth, in her endless compassion towards the poor, in her own acknowledged fears and failures as a human being, in her capacity to forgive, and above all, in her unqualified love.
I also learned that in any Irish Catholic household, Mama rules supreme! One is allowed to fight fiercely with one’s siblings, even push one’s little sister to the ground in anger, argue with dad and dispute negatively within one’s own mind, curse the priest for giving you the maximum of prayer penance in the confessional box for some minor sin committed, but… whoever you may offend or do wrong to… never let it be your mother.
Such an act in any Irish Catholic household is unconscionable, unforgivable and wholly impermissible. It will lead to the offender being instantly excommunicated from their church, ostracised by their neighbours and cast out on the streets in their bare feet to never again set foot back upon the doorstep of the family home. Such grave offenders turn out to be sorry souls whose past actions against the most important member of all in any Irish Catholic family risk eternal damnation in the fires of hell.
I dedicate my song today to Marion Donnelly from Hastings in East Sussex. I know from the regular perusal of Marion’s Facebook page, that Marion places great store in honesty and good friendship. She appears very happily married and is the loving and proud mother to her children. Indeed, her own assessment of the kind of person she is as a wife is best summed up in her own status answers of August last:
Marion wrote: “Ok all couples - Put this as your status and answer honestly!” She then filled in her own questionnaire as follows:
⏰ Relationship length: 32 years
🧡 Who was interested first: Him
🧓🏻 Who’s older: Me
👵🏼 Age difference: 7 Years
🏢 Same secondary school: No.
👆🏼 Who’s taller: Him
😑 Most Sensitive: Me
🤬 Worst Temper: Me 😉
😀Most social: Both
✋🏽 Most stubborn: Me
😴 Falls asleep first: Him
📺 Hogs the remote: Him
🥘 Cooks better: Him
🎤 Better singer: Me
🎢 Most adventurous: Him
🚘 Better driver/rider: Both
😱 Stresses most: Me
🐻 Most Protective: Him
📱 Glued to their phone the most: Both
✈️ Travelled the most: Both
👟Has the most shoes: Him
😍 Most romantic: Him
👑 gets their own way: Me
All I have to say to prove my point that the woman of the house is its true master is to read Marion’s last truthful response in her questionnaire as to which marriage partner (she or her husband):
‘gets their own way: Me’. Thank you for being my Facebook friend, Marion. Bill x
Love and peace Bill xxx