A request from the mailbag:
…[M]y Mother used to have the record, “It Hurts to Be Hurt” [by Beulah Kershaw] – she would play it for my boys when they were growing up and they would roll in the floor howling with laughter.
Do you have it downloaded anywhere online? Mother has passed away, we no longer have the record, but I would love to surprise my now grown sons and let them hear it once again.
Yes. THAT Beulah.
So what about it, gentle readers? Anyone out there have the record? Willing to share the Beulah experience?
If so, let me know: quirkblog ? at ? gmail ? dot ? com
The reader used to live in Carmi, Il, close to Crossville, where Beulah Kershaw lived. They gave a few more insights into the life of the Poetess and Composer of Crossville, Illinois:
That poor woman couldn’t sing at all. Egads, she was really a looney tune. She wrote letters to heads of state, to prime ministers of foreign countries, to celebrities, and surprisingly enough, she got lots of responses. She was always promoting herself, and she lived in this awful old house that she painted pink and drove around in an old bomber Cadillac that had Beulah Kershaw written on the side. She definitely was a few french fries short in her happy meal, but she definitely lived life her way! Gotta give her credit for that.
Obviously, I need to get back into the recording booth and record a few more of her poems…