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Royce Humphrey Turns 89 Today!

June 30, 2009

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My dad turns 89 years old today, and as such I thought I would post his favorite song (as my mom always mentioned) on this blog today.  Back in 1920 when my dad started this journey in life President Wilson had become increasingly unpopular.  Wilson had a  severe stroke in 1919 and could no longer speak on his own behalf.   The economy was in a recession, the public was weary of war.  My dad might say, ‘Right back where I started from’.    Warren Harding would be elected in the fall of 1920.  Needless to say dad has seen alot. 

The song “Ole Buttermilk Sky” is from the 1946 film “Canyon Passage”.

Happy Birthday, Dad!

5 Comments
  1. James permalink
    July 2, 2009 12:20 AM

    Son Gregory writes in 2008, “Wouldn’t it be fun to have the ‘old-timers’ sit at a family reunion and tell stories of their childhood for an hour while the rest of us gathered around and enjoyed the tales. These stories recount our past, and are recalled by a generation of our family that has a knack for storytelling. If you have ever listened for any length of time to the children of Vernon and Cora you are aware that many of these stories provoke a healthy dose of laughter. Can anyone honestly say that an Uncle Charlie story does not bring a smile?
    My dad, Royce, tells a delightful tale from the days when he was five years old and the family lived in the old house on land that was owned by Hiram Humphrey. (At the time Hiram, a large framed man standing 6’ 3” who also had a love of telling jokes, was working for the Ford Motor Company in Milwaukee.) Being a slight boy Royce’s parents were concerned about his health and took him to see the local doctor. Upon a medical exam the doctor found a heart murmur that was taken quite seriously. To hopefully remedy the matter the doctor prescribed pills that were to be taken on a regular basis. The doctor had warned that the pills would have a terrible taste and would need to be swallowed fast to make it all the way down.
    As a side note, I mention that I have never known my dad to take many medications and can recall that my mom would often say it was almost impossible to get him to swallow any pills. However, her frustration about his “stubbornness” over taking pills appears to be a life-time ‘bad’ habit of his.
    In any event, at age five Royce would put a heart pill in his hand and go out on the porch to take it by himself so to get it down fast–or so he led everyone to think that was the case. In reality, Royce carefully dropped each dose in a crack in the porch. One by one, week after week, the pills went from the container, to his hand, and through the hole until out of sight. It was only after someone saw my dad drop the pill into the crack that his plan to thwart the doctor came to an end. After all these years, he says, “I forget who ‘ratted me out’”, but he still recalls with a smile that there was a ‘pyramid of pills’ under the porch that was discovered only when a plank was pulled up!
    As for the heart condition the doctor said that there seemed to be no change without the medication, so the pills were discontinued. Then again, the same doctor recommend that Royce walk barefoot in cow manure to assist his health. (I have asked for clarification on that part of the story but all I get is a repeat of the doctor’s ideas. I never asked but am hoping that my dad also put those doctor’s orders aside too.)”.

  2. James permalink
    July 2, 2009 12:17 AM

    Royce served in the United States Armed Forces during the Second World War from November 1941 to January 1946. He was stationed in the European theater. He was listed by his nephew W. H. Clark and later by his daughter, Ginger, in the National World War II Memorial Registry. On that site, it lists his activities as: INDUCTED IN NOVEMBER 1941 AT FORT SHERIDAN, ILLINOIS. BASIC TRAINING AT ABERDEEN, MARYLAND. GUNNERY SCHOOL AT HARLINGEN, TEXAS. TRAINED AT STEWART FIELD, NEWBURGH, NEW YORK AND CAMP EDWARDS, MASSACHUSETTS. IN PEARL HARBOR EIGHT MONTHS. WENT ON TRANSPORTS TO OKINAWA. RETURNED TO FORT LEWIS, WASHINGTON. DISCHARGED ON JANUARY 6, 1946 FROM CAMP MCCOY, WISCONSIN.

  3. James permalink
    July 2, 2009 12:17 AM

    “Ole Buttermilk Sky
    Written by: Jack Brooks
    Written by: Hoagy Carmichael
    Originally made famous by: Hoagy Carmichael
    From the Album: 1946: Old Gold Shows (1994)
    From the Film: Canyon Passage (1946)
    —————————————————————
    (do do-do-do, do do-do do)
    (do do-do-do, do)
    Ole buttermilk sky (ole buttermilk sky)
    I’m keepin’ my eye peeled on you
    What’s the good word tonight?
    Are you gonna be mellow tonight?
    Ole buttermilk sky (ole buttermilk sky)
    Can’t you see my little doggie and me
    We’re as happy as a christmas tree
    Headin’ for the one I love (the one I love)
    I’m gonna pop her the question, that question
    Do you Darlin’, do ya do?
    It’ll be easy, so easy
    If I can only bank on you
    Ole buttermilk sky (ole buttermilk sky)
    I’m tellin’ you why, now you know
    Keep it in mind tonight
    Keep brushin’ those clouds from sight
    Ole buttermilk sky (ole buttermilk sky)
    Don’t fail me when I’m needin’ you most
    Hang a moon above her hitching post
    Hitch me to the one I love
    (buttermilk sky)
    —— orchestral interlude ——
    (gonna pop her the question, the question
    Darlin’, do you do?
    It’ll be easy, so easy)
    If I can only bank on you
    Ole buttermilk sky (ole buttermilk sky)
    I’m tellin’ you why, now you know
    Keep it in mind tonight
    Keep brushin’ those clouds from sight
    Ole buttermilk sky (ole buttermilk sky)
    Don’t fail me when I’m needin’ you most
    Hang a moon above her hitching post
    Hitch me to the one I love
    (buttermilk sky)
    You can if you try
    Don’t tell me no lie
    (will you be mellow and bright tonight?
    Oh, buttermilk sky!) “

  4. jayne permalink
    July 1, 2009 2:24 PM

    Happy Birthday Greg’s dad! Hope It’s a great day.
    Jayne

  5. Sandra permalink
    June 30, 2009 8:17 PM

    Gregory, now I know where you got your looks. And smarts.

    Love,

    Gussie

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