Magnet #270 - The Lawrence Welk ShowGo ahead. Giggle. And snicker. You know you want to. It's
ok. Really.
Some of my earliest memories back in Chicago, I must have been 4 or 5, are of me, running through the house looking for my church shoes, so that I could tap dance along with the tap dancer on
The Lawrence Welk Show. No. I'd never had tap lessons. My parents and I used to watch this show together, while my dad hummed usually off-key and falsetto.
In case you've never had the pleasure, it's your basic musical variety show that started back in 1951, and is still running on PBS to this day. Quite impressive, since they haven't had a new episode in like decades. But, I think they still air it just to keep my dad happy, and to drive my mother insane.
A few years ago, on my Woman on Her Own
Roadtrip through California, I was driving down some lonely highway, and I started seeing signs for Escondido. I knew the name, but didn't know why. I exited to get some gas, and then I saw signs for Champagne Boulevard, and at that point it struck me that I was at Lawrence
Welk's place in Escondido. Seriously, I distinctly remember humming the theme song, as I made my way to the resort.
I drove onto the deserted lot - it was something like 9:30 or 10 in the morning, and nothing was open. So I explored a bit, taking pictures of the
Welk Auditorium. There was a gift shop that hadn't opened yet. Dudes, of
course, I was gonna wait for it to open. I was so excited I called my dad up in NC to tell him. He laughed his ass off at me for being there. But, really. How could I not?
Then the buses started to arrive. There I was, in a sea of blue-haired ladies and golf-shirted men, completely out of my demo. Again. The little Filipino girl, with an armful of all things Lawrence
Welk for my parents.
That's
ok,
cuz I was totally loving every damn cheesy minute of it. And as I drove off toward San Diego, I could hear Lawrence
Welk's sign-off in my head.
"See you next time, and until then, keep a song in your heart!"
Cue closing credits.