♫ Someday We’ll Be Together ♫

Where were you and what were you doing in 1969?  I had just graduated from high school, was debating what to do with my life.  My dad wanted me to be the son he never had and follow in his footsteps, but I already knew that wasn’t what I wanted.  That summer I spent working, saving money for … whatever … and tootling about in an old VW Beetle with my best friend Nidia Zamora, and none other than the Supremes blasting from the radio while I tried to ignore the future!

Someday We’ll Be Together
Diana Ross, The Supremes

Someday we’ll be together
Say, say, say it again
Someday we’ll be together
Oh, yeah, oh yeah

You’re far away
From me my love
And just as sure my, my baby
As there are stars above
I wanna say, I wanna say, I wanna say

Someday we’ll be together
Yes we will, yes we will
Say, someday (some sweet day) we’ll be together
I know, I know, I know, I know

My love is yours, baby
Oh, right from the stars
You, you, you posses my soul now honey
And I know, I know you own my heart
And I wanna say:

Someday we’ll be together
Some sweet day we’ll be together
Yes we will, yes we will
Someday (tell everybody) we’ll be together
Yes we will, yes we will

Long time ago
My, my sweet thing
I made a big mistake, honey
I said, I said goodbye
Oh, oh baby
Ever, ever, ever since that day
Now, now all I wanna do is cry, cry

Hey, hey, hey
I long for you every night
Just to kiss your sweet, sweet lips
Hold you ever, ever so tight
And I wanna say

Someday we’ll be together

Songwriters: Russell Glyn Ballard
Someday We’ll Be Together lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

40 thoughts on “♫ Someday We’ll Be Together ♫

      • For about nine years I taught 2nd Grade then 1st Grade. I went on maternity leave with my son in 1976. When my leave was up I found out I was expecting my daughter so decided to stay home as my husband was working and I could afford to at the time. It worked out as we moved shortly after she was born. I got a message that the song was blocked in this country so that’s all I know. It’s happened with other songs in the past. —- Suzanne

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        • Come to think of it, I got a message like that on a song somebody had posted a year or so ago. But I was able to get the song when I typed the title into Google and it gave me a different version. Interesting! Did you ever go back to teaching when your kids got older?

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          • When my daughter was in 1st Grade and my son in 3rd I was substitute teaching. My daughter’s teacher went on maternity leave and the principle in the small Catholic school asked me to sub for her. It was a mixed 1st and 2nd Grade class. The teacher decided not to return so I finished out the year. We moved again and I eventually gave up teaching as I had to pay to take classes to retain my certification. I went to work in a call center as a long-distance telephone operator as it offered good benefits when my husband was working as an independent consultant and didn’t have any, and Social Security since I’d always had a pension as a teacher. I worked in that and another call center to earn Social Security I had to put in at least ten years to get it. When we moved to India I gave up that last job. —- Suzanne

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              • We moved here the end of 2000. I’d move back to the U.S. in a heartbeat if I could afford it. My son said to stay here as I can afford a cleaning lady and a caregiver. My husband was bipolar and couldn’t handle money the last years of his life. My son arranged the accounts a little over ten years ago so his dad could only withdraw a certain amount and the rest went to me for bills, etc. I hadn’t been able to leave him and travel back to the U.S. since 2007. Our kids came on trips here. We were both getting Social Security. Now I just get the amount that was his. I now own this flat so I stay put. I was eligible for an OCI (Overseas Citizen of India) permanent visa because my husband was an Indian citizen. —- Suzanne

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                • As long as you’re happy, that is all that matters. Frankly, this country isn’t a place that I would recommend these days, and if I had the wherewithal, I would be gone. I hope your son and daughter do come visit you sometimes?

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  1. Well Jill, I don’t know about the song, but I found out we have two things definitely in common: we both hate liars and in 1969 we were both tootling around in an old Volkswagen Beetle – mine was a rusty dusty green 1959 model equipped with the infamous gutless 1200 engine and a heater system that was an insult to all car heaters ever installed… What a let down from the 1955 Buick Special family car I had full use of which we had to let go because at 8 miles to the gallon and king pins that kept wearing out and cost a fortune to replace… we couldn’t afford to drive it! As the second oldest living at home I was the only driver in the family hence how I got control of the car… well, most of the times that mattered that is, dates, drive in theatres, drive in restaurants, dances… school theatre performances… let the good times roll. Thanks for the trip down memory lane. It’s a bit unkept but still negotiable.

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    • Y’know … I’m not at all surprised to hear you were tootling about in a bug at the same time I was! Mine wasn’t actually mine, but Nidia’s. I had a ’56 Chevy, but the VW was more fun, and cheaper to drive, for you know, gas was a whopping 32 cents per gallon back then and we weren’t made of money! Her VW — I don’t recall what year it was — was one of the older ones with the oval rear-view window, light blue. My folks had a Pontiac family car, but I “borrowed” it a few too many times, and wasn’t allowed to touch it. It wasn’t all that “cool” anyway, but back then … it was wheels, y’know? ‘Twas my pleasure!

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      • Indeed, wheels was wheels. There was no city bus service either back then, and on weekends I used my “bug” to drive around to various disreputable motels to see where I could scam a job cleaning and fixing up, including drywall patching and painting, after the ubiquitous Friday and Saturday night beer and pot parties that too often ended up in brawls, smashed windows and broken doors. Those jobs got me through one year of high school… Maybe it was a good thing that people took their partying seriously in those days. Wasn’t my scene and the more I did clean up, the less I became tempted to do the party thing. In a small town if you’re known as responsible and reliable you quickly make a name for yourself so I never learned the meaning of being unemployed. I know my dad was, and even had to live on welfare for a bit but I always had work and money to give mom on the side. It’s a funny thing but I never realized we were “poor” until years later when I became a sort of strident social justice advocate and learned about “us” from papers, books and magazine articles! I must have been all of thirty before I qualified as “middle class”!

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        • You were industrious! I worked from the time I was 13, but thankfully never had to clean up after the types of parties you describe! I lived in NYC at the time, so didn’t have the small town experience. After I married, I lived in a small town for 15 years and … let’s just say I did not transplant well, though I admit there are some advantages. I suppose it’s a matter of what you get used to.

          Your point about not realizing your family was poor until years later is so true! As children, we don’t realize those things, or even think about them. I was grown, married and had children before I found out that my father worked for … shall we say, some unsavory people … as I was growing up. Interesting, the perspective of a child … their world is smaller, better insulated.

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          • When you’re 16, raised on a wilderness homestead and never been anywhere, finding yourself living in a small town is like… the Big City Life! Paved streets! Street lights! Traffic lights! Drive-In theatres! Picnics in well-kept parks and 60 miles from the sea and the really big city of Vancouver. It was like living in those ubiquitous readers, “Fun with Dick and Jane” and “Streets and Roads” all of a sudden. About children, at least in our days, children seemed to have some kind of “protection” against an angry, ugly, hungry world. We called that our guardian angel. I think those angels have left us to our own devices these days. I read so much horror being inflicted on children world-wide and even here in the richest nations in the world, hungry, homeless kids… say what? However poor we may have been we were never in any danger of becoming homeless, that wasn’t part of reality then. What happened in the last 60 years? When did it all so seriously begin to go south? I know it’s injustice and greed, but why? There is no logic in it, none at all unless as I suspect we are led by psycho-sociopaths who actually enjoy creating misery and watching it spread world-wide. Why do we let this happen? Why can’t we stop it? Where is our voice? I think that we have lost our humanity through various “experimental” modalities that are turning us into machines that unthinkingly keep providing more grist for the mill of oppression (used to be called progress). Is there a U-turn somewhere in the near future, Jill?

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            • Ha ha … I had to chuckle at the image of you turned loose in a small town that seemed like the big city! Yes, it is all relative and I could easily picture your wide-eyed wonder!

              As to what happened in the last 60 years? Greed. The rich got richer and the poor got poorer. The rich stopped even being able to see those of us down here at street level, somehow decided that money was the only thing of value, and sold their souls downriver.

              Is there a U-turn? Sigh. My predictive skills haven’t exactly been spot-on lately, as evidenced by the fact that I was 100% convinced Trump couldn’t possibly become president. And I broke my crystal ball when I threw it against the wall in anger. But here’s what I think anyway, for what little it’s worth:

              I think that the only thing that will bring about a U-turn is a catastrophic event that will affect every person in every nation on the globe. Could be related to climate change, or it could come in the form of an all-out nuclear war. Either way, it would likely result in the extinction of the human race. Bleak and pessimistic? Yeah … as I look around, that is what I see, for those who have the most ability to turn things around are raking in money and totally oblivious to all but their own desires. For the record, though, I do hope I’m wrong.

              And now that I’ve shared my bleak worldview with you … have a great weekend, my friend.

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              • You know we both have the same world view… and the very same ardent wish that we are completely wrong. I feel like that doctor who tells her patient he has terminal cancer and I give him about 8 months to live while in the back of my mind I’m hoping to see him show up a year later, cancer gone and living a full life. Despite all evidence to the contrary, I still believe in miracles. I believe that anyone can change, including the $$$ hoarders. Why else even talk about it?

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                • Good analogy there. And yes, while my more pragmatic side tells me that we are on the path to extinction, there is a small part of me that still believes it could change, that there might somehow come some turning point in the future of the human race. And you’re right … otherwise why talk about it and why even keep on doing the things we do to try to make the world a bit better? But mankind is going to need to pull its collective head out of the sand and realize that people are going to have to put aside their “it’s all about me” attitudes and work toward common goals. And that means that humanitarianism will need to trump greed, arrogance and bigotry. I guess if I didn’t think it could possibly happen, I wouldn’t be pounding the keyboard ’til 5 in the morning, yes? 😉

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                  • Yes, exactly. We do (somewhere in the back of our minds or subconscious, or maybe the back of the fridge where the light don’t shine) know more than we let on, or believe. I have always believed that even if I were the only person on earth carrying on with trying to make this a better world, it was not only worth it, it’s what has kept me, well, reasonably, almost, sane all these years. Or maybe we’re both nuts, on our impeccably unique way!

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                    • Y’know, my friend … you and I don’t always see eye-to-eye on everything, but at the core, where things really matter, I think we are very much alike. Most would … or already have … declared us less than sane, but I don’t let it bother me, and I suspect you don’t either. When I go to bed at night, I may lie awake all night because things are bothering me, but it isn’t my conscience bothering me, for I know I’ve done as much as I could. And when I am no more, I won’t mind, but only hope I did a few things right and left some small corner of the world a little bit better place. Frankly, I could not live my life as many do, simply floating about day after day, with no meaning. I may or may not make a difference, but I will die trying! I have friends who periodically claim to be “bored”. I have no idea what this concept of “bored” is … last time I experienced it I was 10 years old! How the heck can anybody be bored in this world, with so much to learn, see, do … and so many books to be read! 😉

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  2. Just entering high school in the fall, while the Mets came out of the basement to win the World Series! My friends and I ran to each other and hugged in the hallway between classes. I still root for the underdog. Wonderful snapshot in my memory book. Thanks for sharing.

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