
Who me? Not me – I was busy

Who me? Definitely not – I had another meeting

Who Me? Aye, Aye, Sir. Must have been me
the Devil made me do it
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AI made me do it! Heh, heh.
by sheila morris


I am all over the place with this piece because I’ve gone down one too many rabbit holes doing my research on two of my favorite female musicians. Honestly, y’all, is there anything sacred – anything at all unavailable to a persistent person if you keep searching into people’s pasts?
Pop Quiz on Three Musical Ladies from the 80s
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Answers
80s Ladies by K.T. Oslin
We were three little girls from school
One was pretty, one was smart
And one was a borderline fool
Well, she’s still good lookin’
That woman hadn’t slipped a bit
The smart one used her head
She made her fortune
And me, I cross the border every chance I get
We were the girls of the 50’s
Stoned rock and rollers in the 60’s
And more than our names got changed
As the 70’s slipped on by
Now we’re 80’s ladies
There ain’t been much these ladies ain’t tried
We’ve been educated
We got liberated
And had complicating matters with men
Oh, we’ve said “I do”
And we’ve signed “I don’t”
And we’ve sworn we’d never do that again
Oh, we burned our bras
And we burned our dinners
And we burned our candles at both ends
And we’ve had some children
Who look just like the way we did back then
Oh, but we’re all grown up now
All grown up
But none of us could tell you quite how
We were the girls of the 50’s
Stoned rock and rollers in the 60’s
Honey, more than our names got changed
As the 70’s slipped on by
Now we’re 80’s ladies
There ain’t been much these ladies ain’t tried
80s Ladies is one of my favorite songs, written by one of my favorite singer-songwriters, and I wanted to say I am thankful for her music that spoke powerfully to me in the years leading me to the 1990s revolution beginning with the 1993 March on Washington that was my personal introduction to activism in my queer community. Cynthia Clawson carried me musically through my gospel music experiences in the 1970s. I listen to both of these women faithfully on my playlist as long as Alexa lets me.
I encourage you to look up old YouTube videos, or try to catch an interview like the one I’m including below. K.T. had quadruple bypass surgery in 1995. King asked her about it when he interviewed her in 1996.
Larry King Interview on CNN with K.T. Oslin
No, I was really close to it. I just started feeling terrible. I mean, when you hindsight and look back, you can see your steady decline of energy over a period of years. But last summer was the thing. I’d get out there and try to mow this little lawn that’s about the size of this table. And I’d get about half way through it, and oh my chest would be hurting. And I’d go, girlfriend, you are just really out of shape. And it got worse, and worse. And finally the third time I mowed the lawn in the summer, I just got about two feet done, and I said that’s it. There is something really wrong.
And I had the classic chest pain running down the arm. And I thought, oh, it’s your heart, don’t think about it. I just didn’t want to think about that. And so we tested it, and yes I had sky-high blood pressure, sky-high cholesterol. I was just falling apart. And so, tested me, we did the angiogram. And they said, they got very quiet. Everybody was chatting, love your album, love your song, love everything. And then the pictures came up on the screen, and they all got quiet. And I thought, oh my God. They said, well we’re going to do the operation. I said, when? They said, tomorrow. So, bam, you make out wills, you’re crying, weeping.
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RIP, K.T. I hope you’re singing with the angels.

In the month of November, 2025, I am thankful. Today as we end our visit to Crabbs Prairie, Texas, I am grateful for all the characters in this story: my great-grandmother Nuddamama, my Uncle Bud, my Aunt Hattie, my Aunt Thelma, my cousins Boy Baby and Bill (who deserved better cousins), and most especially thankful for my grandmother, Ma, who gave me my love of storytelling. As I sit at my desk which is a thousand miles away from Crabbs Prairie, I am thankful for the people I still remember from a place I can’t forget.




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Everyone in this story is no longer on the planet with me – even Bill who was younger than I am is no longer here – but my book Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing, preserves a collection of memories told in the voice of the child who loved to ride the back country roads with her grandmother.

When I was a little girl growing up in the 1950s in the small town of Richards, Texas, (pop. 500 counting dogs and chickens according to my granddaddy) the summers were hot, and entertainment depended on my imagination unless my fifty-something-year-old grandmother I called Ma intervened to drive us to someplace exotic like Crabbs Prairie, an even smaller community than Richards, where her people lived. My relatively young grandmother loved to drive, and I loved to ride while she regaled me with her stories about family and friends – the rides were always too short.



Stay tuned for Part II.
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