The King of the Accordion

Mother Goose must update you on our favorite accordion player, Mr. Jerry King!

Jerry King with Mother Goose

Jerry King with Mother Goose

Jerry is now playing love songs, show tunes and Broadway hits on his accordion on Tuesday and Wednesday evenings at Caffe deLuca in downtown Forest Park. I tell you, he can play ANYTHING! Mr. Goose and I have been trying to stump him with songs from the Golden Days of radio and swing — but Jerry plays EVERY SINGLE SONG we request. He knows them all!

Even this OLD and obscure but lovely song that Mother Goose remembers hearing Mom, Grandma and Uncle Fred play on the piano throughout her childhood:

All good stuff.

But the best news of all is this:

Mother Goose presented Jerry King with a copy of original music written by Uncle Fred. The next time we go to see Jerry, he will play the beautiful love song, “Eleanor”. Many of my most loyal and astute readers will recall that Uncle Fred was a genius composer and painter in his time, never recognized for his work, but much beloved by his family and friends. You can go here and read about him.

Grab your French beret, friends, and visit the website of Jerry King to hear some samples of his music. Oh, and did I mention that WBEZ, Chicago’s public radio aired a special about Jerry and his music last February?

Uncle Fred Paints the Goose

The photographic childhood of Mother Goose was extraordinary! I was (and still am!) the oldest of three beautiful children. Mom made all three of us look good for the camera — she taught us how to pose and how to reveal our best side by looking off into the distance. She was in favor of BIG smiles — always show as much emotion as your face can handle. Because I was the first child (and the first granddaughter) there are thousands of pictures of me. There are fewer pictures of my brother. And here’s the only know existing picture of my dear sissy.

Could she possibly look any cuter?

My brother grew up to be a very big, kind, and gentle man. But he used to be just a tator tot.

Another perfect pose.

And then here’s Mother Goose, of course, to complete the fine photographic session.

Maybe you notice the scab on my forehead.

All three children wonderfully composed and captured on film for generations to behold and enjoy. How sweet!

But…..only the portrait of Mother Goose was actually painted (oil on canvas, no less) by our grandfather whose name was Uncle Fred.

Miraculously the scab has disappeared!

Uncle Fred contended that he was too young to be a grandfather. Thus the name Uncle Fred. He was a professional painter, but seldom did portraits. He specialized in landscapes and wildlife scenes. But he painted Mother Goose because I was the oldest — not necessarily the cutest nor the prettiest, nor the most charming just the oldest. And I still am.

More about Uncle Fred tomorrow! Please come back! He’s a WWII hero!

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