Merry Music – But who’s Metadude?

That Magic Memory Mirror is cool- made my first visit this week.  I’d remembered little snapshots and soundbites of song & sound from our lost week, but the mirror revealed a whole lot more that went on.  Our Trailer Song continued to be a hit throughout the week.


The children were all dancing and singing to the Burgeron Children’s Song. And the ABC Song was a hit with the real little ones. It wasn’t clear who commissioned it, but little Sally Lou and the other Burgeron children had a cute cow song for our sweet Anna Cow. Although Don Burgeron was rockin’ the joint with his version of “Who Let The Cow’s Out“.

There were group singalongs, requested solos by Nanalou, myself (Rochelle Louridge), Mama Boo and Cousin Ron.  Dr. M even had a go (after she’d had a bit too much of the ol’ Burgeron Backwoods Brew.)  The Headless Inkspots were in fine form performing a great rendition featuring a banjo, ukelele and Strawberry Arizona washboard.


But that duet with Nanalou and Cousin Froid was… shall we say… an event that I am amazed any of us could forget.

There wasn’t a dry eye in the house when my daughter, Amber, and I sang “Motherless Child”


Cousin Ron was heard playing the old piano out in the cow barn behind the trailer.


Who knew Little Ron Burgeron’s music lessons would pay off in the long run. Piano AND Guitar. The man has talent. But his moonshine induced croning over “Betty-Lou Schaeffner” was a sorry sight.


Aunt Sappy was reciting love poetry in all manner of languages. Her German poem “An Anna Blume” was described as a parody of a love poem, an emblem of the chaos and madness of the week.



But who’s this Metadude guy?  Some of the Burgeron family members were really digging his techno vibe. But the mirror only let me hear the music and allowed me to catch a few glimpses of the story. I’m really curious now.  If anyone has any more detail please share with the rest of us.


Lost in Time and Space?


Burgeron Beauty Memory Mirror

NanaLou here…The Burgeron family reunion and concurrent celebration of my 100th birthday at the end of August 2014 was an amazing event – reminiscent of the ’82 Bovine Hoedown. Or so we’ve been told and what glimpses we can gather from the drone-a-chrome camera and the Burgeron Beauty Memory Mirror we found following that wild week of merriment & moonshine.

It turns out we partook of more than a little too much of the Burgeron Backwoods Brew and woke up moaning on Monday morning having misplaced an entire week, except for the snippets of events we think may’ve gone on.  Not sure myself, but there might’ve been at some point a greased pig running around Dr. M’s treehouse, more joy riding on Cousin Reggie’s time cycle, our lovely Anna Cow, in all her finery, giving dance lessons atop the trailer and more joy rides with Don’s drones with trips into the mysterious Area 106.  And I’m pretty sure there was some sort of dispute involving a game of Dungeons and Dragons where members of the Boo family were angrily accusing the Dungeon Master (my great grandson-in-law) of running the game with a corporeal bias.

“How can a ghost take a -2 handicap due to blood loss? There’s no blood to lose!”

“Fine, call it ectoplasm loss, then.  You’re still down two on strength unless you’ve got a healing spell I don’t know about.”

One memory I hope not to recover is what led to the recording of this “interesting” duet of our trailer house blues song with me and Cousin Froid.

When I stumbled onto the front porch of my shed that first day of September, more bleary eyed than usual, I nearly tripped over the magic memory mirror that has been slowly revealing our lost week.  But she’s a temperamental beauty and is selective on what and when she chooses to reveal her secrets.  It seems each of the family members is allowed to see only a portion of the week, or a certain event. I wonder if the details of Don’s abduction will be brought to the surface.  Dr. M has offered to keep the memory mirror at her place so that she and her professional expertise will be nearby if any traumatic memories should arise. If we really want to know what happened we are going to have to reassemble events memory by memory.


“To The Bovine Signal” Original image by Skye McAllister. GIF remix by Rochelle Lockridge

We need all the help we can get to reclaim our lost week. The bovine signal was flashing when we finally came to, but the only signs of our caped crusaders Super Moo & Cowgirl were a couple of GIFaChrome snaps thought to be taken during a rescue attempt for cousin Stefanie.  Even our own Betsy de R., ace reporter for the Bovine County Daily and her trusty sidekick Aunt Sappy are struggling with this one.  The family blog is ready and waiting for any and all Burgeron friends and family members to add their recollections of the biggest, baddest, best Burgeron family reunion ever.  Feel free to post any audio versions on our family Soundcloud group.  And keep it clean guys.  Remember, the Burgeron children are reading this too.


#DS106 #4Life

But I don’t want to end my post with only lost memories.  I want to remind the family that we’ll be making new memories this summer.  It’s once again time for us to host the world renowned bi-annual Bovine County Storytelling Fair.  This year’s theme will be Fairytales and it runs all summer long.  We’ll be immersed in all number of storytelling platforms, with workshops and a culminating collection of our favorites to be published in an official multi-media flipbook.  I can’t wait to read the wonderful stories that will fill those empty pages at the end of the summer. More details to come.