The Grand Ole Opry, that hallowed Nashville country music venue, gave The Swellesley Report some love this past week while Mr. and Mrs. Swellesley dropped by during a business and sightseeing trip.
After observing that Grand Ole Opry announcer Bill Cody was reading notes about birthdays, anniversaries and more from visitors during the first half of the show we attended, Mrs. Swellesley passed along a note of our own. The usher assured us she’d pass it along, “but no promises.”
During the Oct. 23 show, which featured the likes of Little Big Town, Ray Stevens, newcomer Ashley Ray and Sugarland’s Kristian Bush, Cody got back on the mic during the second half and began reading the handwritten notes. This included a happy birthday to 90-year-old Helen from Philly, a salute to a U.S. Marine, and then our little ole note:
“The Swellesley Report has come all the way from outside of Boston to see your swell show”
We still have a ways to go to become Grand Ole Opry members, but this was good enough for us.
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P.S. Our trip to the Opry inspired me to seek out a Country Song Generator on the Web, which spit out this gem (?) after I plugged in a few terms:
Always Stay Cheeky, Mrs. Swellesley
By Too Rich
I grew up overshadowed by green town trails
Couldn’t catch the eye of no city girl
Here I am devoted to Mrs. Swellesley
How I love the way you look in your red and black jeans
Can’t believe I let the smog cloud my eye
Where the green town trails stand
And the historic town hall surround
I’ll ride my 1-and-half-parking-spaces-wide truck with you by my side
There’s a whisper in the Wellesley breeze
Reminding me of historic homes
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Historic homes in the morning skies
You appear on the horizon
Brushing that curly hair from your eyes
The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement town trails like grey tombs
Don’t have nothin’ on our way of life
Just listen to the commuter rail horn
Don’t live your life like a prude
Today might feel a time to be like a prude
But that ain’t no way to lead a life
You know, there’s a lot I drive by in my 1-and-half-parking-spaces-wide truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay cheeky, Mrs. Swellesley
Always stay cheeky
In Wellesley, when I was a child
I met a cheeky man
“How can you be so cheeky?” asked I
Here was his wise reply
Don’t live your life like a prude
Today might feel a time to be like a prude
But that ain’t no way to lead a life
Met an old lady who lived like a prude
“What happened to her?” asked I
Here was his wise reprise
Don’t live your life like a prude
Today might feel a time to be like a prude
But that ain’t no way to lead a life
That lady’s gone now
It’s sad really
Word is, she had curly hair once
Little Mrs. Swellesley, keep your jeans red and black
Always stay cheeky, Mrs. Swellesley
Always stay cheeky
Commuter rail horn, commuter rail horn, commuter rail horn
Commuter rail horn, commuter rail horn, commuter rail horn…
Very proud. Best un-fake news around!
Bravo! Proud of Mrs. Swellesley.