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Call Me

Call Me

Oil on board, 12x12, Black floater frame



My mom’s ceramic studio was on Darby Rd, in Havertown PA.


I grew up in that studio, sitting at the last table by the back door, painting for hours.


She had an old radio that sat high up on the shelf over the sink.  I remember pushing a chair over to it and getting on my tippy toes to turn it on. 


It was always tuned to the popular radio station.  Back then, they would play a new song almost hourly.


My mom LOVED music.  She would whistle and sing along to almost anything.


There was a little record store at the end of the block, and as soon as she heard a new song released on the radio, she would head down to pick up the 45 single on vinyl.


I feel like we were in there a lot.  Those little records in the paper sleeve would be in boxes as soon as you walked through the door.  She would head to the box marked –NEW.


I think they cost less than a dollar.


As soon as we got home, it would be placed on the turntable and played on repeat.


She loved this song – I can still see her singing the chorus:


“Call me (call me) on the line

Call me, call me any, anytime

Call me (call me) I'll arrive

You can call me any day or night

Call me”


She had a bird pin that looked so much like this painting.  Two birds on a branch.  She wore it all the time.


When I realized the one bird was “singing”, I thought of this song!!


And about the care-free way she would belt out a song when it was playing, and the fun my parents had singing and dancing at parties and in our family room on a random Tuesday night.


What a great core memory!



Music reference: Call Me, Blondie

Photo credit: @krista_c_photography

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