But who cares to learn anything from what I've written other than me?
According to my blog's tracking program, visitors from around the world come and go. Some drop in and leave quickly; others stumble upon an entry and then spend time clicking through or reading through a string of previous ones. Some find their way to my blog because a key term alerted them, while others find their way via a reference from a friend. And then there are my regular readers. When I post something, they read it. Of course, I'm partial to them - whomever they are. If you are a regular reader, please know I am deeply grateful for your companionship on my journey.
I don't get to track readers by name; but I can see where they come from, for the tracking program lists the city name for their Internet service provider. Each time I glance through the roster of cities I am reminded of Miss Sally from my Romper Room watching era. Her magic mirror allowed her to look into the television camera and see children who were watching her at home. Her magic began with a special rhyme that caused the mirror to become transparent.
Romper, bomper, stomper boo.The credibility of her magic powers solidified with the names of the children she greeted: "I see Cindy and Mary and John. I see Bobby and Mark and Jenny. And oh, look, there's Becky and Marcy and Pamela and Robbie and James and Karen and Paula."
Tell me, tell me, tell me, do.
Magic Mirror, tell me today,
have all my friends had fun at play?
Most days her listing of names felt incredibly long - especially to a young girl who was waiting day after day for her name to be said. But Joy was an uncommon name for that decade; I cannot recall her ever calling out my name in greeting during the after-school hours of the late 60s or early 70s. If she did, I believe it must have been on a day I missed the show. And that's likely what occurred, yes? Because I am certain Miss Sally knew I was there. (At least I strongly hoped she did.)
And I know you are there, dear blog reader. Perhaps you have a blog of your own and are checking out what other bloggers are doing. Or maybe you are having a lonely night and are just doing some surfing in the blogosphere. Or perhaps an internet search or alert of some sort had this entry grab your interest and with one click you entered my blog version of Romper Room. Or you saw I posted something new, so you thought you'd check it out.
Well, I see you. Check the list below to see if your city is named. I've been compiling this list for a few months now; but I'm not confident I have them all, so if I've missed your city, please post it in the comments.
And if you've never seen the wonder of the magic mirror or if you want to relive the experience from your own early days, check out this 1984 clip. Especially listen for the greeting this Romper Room hostess gives to a young woman named Olivia Joy. Lucky little girl!
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