Since Father’s Day is tomorrow, here’s a song that has recently become dear to my heart. It was popular in the 1950’s, but I didn’t know it existed until a gentleman at the adult day care facility, where I occasionally sing, requested it, and I had to find a recording of it so I could learn it. When I heard Eddie Fisher sing it for the first time, I realized just how wonderful my own father had been, despite his faults. May he rest in peace. Enjoy the song, and have a great Saturday.
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Here’s Abbie with Saturday’s Song.
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Hi, Abbie–During the past two decades, I have often thought of this song, as performed by Eddie Fisher, on and around Father’s Day. I do recall this 1954 hit from my childhood. My parents even had the 78 RPM recording, and I wish I still had that 78 today. Fortunately, my “new house guest” Alexa plays the Eddie Fisher version of “Oh! My Papa” when I request it. This song has long had a great deal of meaning for me.
What a coincidence! I suggested this song for inclusion in the June issue of NEWSREEL Magazine, the recorded monthly publication which, as you know, is for and by individuals who are blind and visually impaired. Actually, I thought of including it in my blog post on Wednesday or this coming Sunday; however, I decided to use only one, instead of two musical links to accompany my blog. Since I chose Kristin Chenoweth’s “Fathers and Daughters,” I will save “Oh! My Papa” for another time. I can hear you singing “Fathers and Daughters” also at one of your performances.
Wishing you some warmer weather and a good Sunday–Alice
Thank you, Alice. I’m glad the song is as near and dear to your heart as it is to mine.
I was an Eddie Fisher fan, that is until he broke Debbie’s heart. But I always loved that song.
I know what you mean about Eddie Fisher breaking Debbie Reynolds’ heart. I read Keri Fisher’s memoirs. It’s too bad Eddie Fisher wasn’t the same type of father to Keri as the father in the song.