Saturday GLOWcase: Helena Cameron, AKA Daisy from GLOW

 

This weeks Saturday GLOWcase is all about the Awesome Daisy of GLOW. I chose Daisy for this week in honor of her upcoming birthday, December, 25. Happy Birthday Daisy, I hope you enjoy your day.

When I first saw Helena Cameron, who played Daisy on Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (GLOW), during her match in season 3, she instantly became one of my favorites. For nearly 30 years, I've admired her work, and I was thrilled when we became friends. Our time together at Knott's Berry Farm, shoe shopping, and hanging out on the Queen Mary are memories I cherish. Helena graciously shared her story years ago, and here's a refined version of her journey.

Helena as the awesome Daisy circa 2000

Helena Cameron's journey into the world of entertainment is unique and inspiring. Back in the late 1980s, she was working at Northrop but decided to take a leap of faith and switch to background work and extra roles in movies. One day, while filling out paperwork in a casting office, she had a chance encounter with Matt Cimber that changed everything. Matt came out of the back and asked if she wanted to be on a TV show. He asked if she wanted to join GLOW. Helena knew about the show because her ex's daughter watched it and always said she should be on it. Helena used to joke that if they pulled her hair, she’d get really pissed off. But the opportunity just kind of fell into her lap.

Matt gave her the details, and without hesitation, Helena and her friend Kell’e, who would become known as Beastie the Road Warrior, loaded up their car and headed to Las Vegas to sign up. Daisy, Helena's character, was created by either Matt or Steve. Daisy was pretty much your standard character: "You don't know where you live, you don't have any relatives, you don't know how old you are," Helena says. None of the wrestlers had characters when they arrived. Everyone wanted to be a beautiful, sexy someone. Helena jokes that she wanted to be a mermaid. No one wanted to be attached to a midget, especially one with a mole on her face, she laughs.

Daisy surrounded by the awesome ladies of GLOW

Helena's character started off as a “Bad Girl” doing the bidding of Gremlina, played by a woman half her size wearing snakeskin tights, a Gremlina-like hairstyle, and, as Helena stated, a huge mole on her face with hairs hanging from it. Daisy turned babyface when she turned on Gremlina, stuffing her into a trash can. But within the same season, she seemed to be back as a Bad Girl, though Helena perceives her more as a loner, someone on no one’s side. Daisy eventually became the GLOW champion during the season 4 finale, taking the crown from Cheyenne Cher. This was the final episode of all time. When GLOW ended, it was really sudden and unexpected. Helena and the other cast members didn’t find out until it was already over. They did a Pay Per View show featuring a few of the original GLOW girls along with new wrestlers who may have continued if the show had continued. Daisy’s last match was with Ninotchka during the Pay Per View, and she retained her crown. To this day, she is the current reigning Champion of GLOW.

Daisy's Family Feud Appearance

After GLOW ended, Helena went back to doing background work for a while. Eventually, she tried different jobs, including limo driving and stunt shows. Matt reached out to her again with a crazy request: "I want to blow you up in a box." She trusted him and went to Vegas to do a live stunt show at the Aladdin, where she reconnected with her friend Godiva.

Terry and I with Daisy at Knott's Berry Farm

Reflecting on her experiences, Helena acknowledges both the good and bad times. You're always treated horribly at one time or another in your life. Does the horrible outweigh the good? Sure, everyone has bad times. Helena had good times with Matt; she was fortunate. He was only bad to you if you let him be. They didn’t make any money, but it was an adventure. She met wonderful people and visited places she never would have otherwise.

Helena shared some insights into GLOW’s inner workings. They got their room and board, airfare, and a little per diem covered. During training, they made $100 a week for eight hours a day, and it went up to $250 a week when they started filming. They didn’t get residuals or any money from appearances like on Phil Donahue, which would have been SAG wages. Casinos recognized them because they looked so fake and ate there every day. They often got in trouble because they weren’t supposed to be around each other. The GLOW House was a house in Ventura. Helena's first roommate was Fiji. Later, she roomed with Godiva, Stinky, and Zelda. Eventually, Cher and Helena moved out of the GLOW apartments and got their own place.

Angel helping Daisy adjust the crown I presented to her

Since her GLOW days, Helena has embraced a new chapter in her life. She is now a proud mother of two beautiful children. She has also remained active in entertainment, popping up in episodes of shows like Pushing Daisies and Friends. Despite GLOW being all-female, Helena was also part of the “Transgender” choir featured in an episode of GLEE thanks to her beautiful Amazon-like stature.

A Christmas Memory: Rediscovering "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear"

My sister and I spent a good portion of our childhoods glued to the TV, especially during the colder months. Despite living in Alabama and later in Florida, we felt the chill of winter, at least as far as I can remember. Snow was a rarity, although we did witness some flurries a few times in the mid-80s.
A few Christmases after our move to Florida, my sister and I were already settled down, having inspected all the treasures Santa had left for us and eaten breakfast. We began watching a random Christmas movie on TV that neither of us had ever seen before. It looked fairly recent but had a somewhat dated feel. That movie was "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear."

I only saw the movie that one time, but it left a lasting impression. I wished I could have watched it again, but it was never available at the video store where we rented movies and a VCR. I'm unsure if it was ever released on home video at the time, but even if it had been, it wouldn't have mattered much since we didn't own a VCR—we always rented one until years later when my mom finally bought one.
Even though I remembered the name of the movie, it never seemed to re-air, or if it did, it slipped past my notice. My sister and I recalled its title, but I'm unsure if it resonated with her as deeply as it did with me. I loved it and searched the TV guide every year, hoping it would come back.

"It Came Upon A Midnight Clear" is one of those films that fly under the radar yet still tell a captivating story. The movie centers around a widowed grandfather, played by the legendary Mickey Rooney, who is granted one last Christmas on Earth to spend with his grandson. It was a low-key movie, not exactly a full-blown Christmas film, and had a tinge of sadness to it. The movie was released as a made-for-TV film in 1984 and, while it didn't achieve massive fame, it earned a special place in my heart.

While it may not be a traditional holiday classic, "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear" captured the essence of the season for me. The movie's nostalgic and heartfelt story resonated with my own experiences of Christmas, making it a cherished memory from my childhood. Despite the sadness woven into its plot, the film reminded me of the importance of love and the simple joys of life, especially during the holiday season.

A Heartfelt Christmas Memory: Daddy Decorating Our Yard

Inside our house, Christmas was a cozy and laid-back affair. My mom, sister, and I would decorate the tree or engage in some kind of Christmas craft, like painting cookie dough ornaments. But outside, it was a different story entirely. Armed with a hammer, nails, and our old Christmas tree lights, my dad would transform our home into a mini winter wonderland. Although his intentions were heartfelt, his patience often wore thin, and he’d drop more colorful language in one night than most people do in a lifetime.

My sister, Becki, holding me steady on the ledge of our house on Easter Lane, circa 1980

Over the years, his vision for our yard evolved. It all started with a few wreaths made from a discarded artificial Christmas tree he found at the dump, with working hurricane lanterns filled with kerosene hanging in the middle of each. He then moved on to tacking Christmas lights to the eaves of our house and building large Christmas trains and presents out of old wood for the yard. He was a true genius with wood. One year, he made life-sized wooden cutouts of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs—though I never quite understood their connection to Christmas, they were still awesome. My dad's woodworking skills weren't limited to discarded manufactured wood either. He created all of Santa's reindeer, including Rudolph, from logs too green for firewood and thick branches from various trees being cleared from the vacant lot near our house. My only regret is not getting decent photos of my dad's handiwork each year. I don't believe photos exist for every year, just a few scattered among photo albums that my mom and sister had.

In addition to making our yard festive, there were nights when Daddy would load us up in the car or his truck, and we’d drive around Mobile or Pensacola, through neighborhoods admiring the lights on other people's homes, or through heavily decorated parks. Sometimes we’d drive over to see if the USS ALABAMA Battleship Memorial Park was lit up, though I can’t recall if it ever was back then. My memories have faded a bit over the years. I'm not sure if Daddy was just looking for inspiration or if he truly enjoyed taking in the sights of other people's creations, but it seemed like every time we returned home, he’d add something new to his display. He would work from October through December, gathering ideas from magazines like Ladies' Home Journal, Southern Living, Family Circle, and countless others.

By the time New Year's Day arrived, Daddy would have the decorations down and already packed up and stored in our storage room in the house. I dreaded that day because it meant the season was over until the arrival of Thanksgiving.

These memories of my dad's dedication to creating a festive atmosphere are some of the most cherished of my childhood. They remind me of the joy and magic of the holiday season, and the lengths to which my dad went to make it special for our family.

Elementary School Christmas Concert Memories

Ready for another trip down memory lane to those unforgettable elementary school Christmas concert nights? These evenings were filled with excitement, nerves, and a lot of off-key singing. Picture an hour of kids standing on risers in the cafeteria, dressed in what our teachers told us should be our Sunday best, but often looked like a hot mess. To be completely honest, I didn’t know the lyrics to most of the songs except the ones that I heard on my Elvis record and what was featured in the Christmas specials that would air each year. Otherwise, I was singing my own version, We Wish You A Merry Christmas never included Figgy Pudding in my mind, it was always Piggy Footing or something like that. I’m pretty sure 90% of the kids were either singing out of tune and the other 10% were rolling with it in the style of Ethel Merman screaming at the top of their lungs. I was shy at the time so my words were usually a monotonous mumble at best.

The program was the same every year: all Christmas songs, no Jewish songs. I’m sure there was a Jewish family or two around, but in Pace, Florida, there was only one holiday season—it wasn’t called the holiday season—it was Christmas Season. It was always Merry Christmas, never Happy Holidays or Season’s Greetings.

Our music teacher, Mrs. Chiles, would passionately bang away on the piano while none of us were near a mic, this was basically where we all learned to belt out tunes if we really wanted to be heard. The only microphones were the white Peavey branded mics hanging from the ceiling above us, and I’m sure most of them didn’t even work. Knowing what I know now about sound, floor mics would have been more effective but that was OK, we learned projection. We would belt out classics like "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," "Frosty the Snowman," "Santa Claus is Coming to Town," "Up on the House Top," and the slightly controversial "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus."

Then, the lights would go down, and you’d hear the unmistakable sound of a box of bells being pushed around the stage. When the lights came back up, the hot mess of a choir was now armed with bells. You know what’s coming next... "Dashing through the snow..." as we hit the chorus of "Jingle Bells." It was like an Annie audition gone wrong, with kids belting out "JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE ALL THE WAY," competing with the tinnitus-inducing sound of 90 children armed with bells.

"Jingle Bells" has four verses and one chorus that repeats three times. By the second verse, my mind would wander, and I’d draw a blank, picking it back up at the chorus. This continued through the night until we finally reached the end. But wait, why are they still holding the bells? Oh yes, it’s time for "JINGLE BELL, JINGLE BELL, JINGLE BELL-ROCK"—the stripped-down, Lady Gaga-like piano and bell version of "Jingle Bell Rock." By the time we finished "We Wish You a Merry Christmas," very heavy on the "SHHHH" our parents were probably ready to shove their car keys deep into their ears. The second the last "AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR" left our mouths, we were rushed off the stage, with our parents giving us the fake "You were amazing" speeches as we all headed to the car, the sound of our ears ringing drowning out the parents all telling themselves they were glad that's over and it only happens once a year as the roar of the engines fill the parking lot.

Before moving to Florida, I had a similar experience at my old elementary school, Tanner Williams Elementary. Those concerts were arranged by the librarian, whose name I can't recall. Much like at Pea Ridge, we would stand on the risers in the cafeteria, dressed in our best attempt at Sunday best, and belt out the same set of Christmas classics. Whether it was under the direction of Mrs. Chiles or the librarian at Tanner Williams, the spirit and chaos of those elementary school Christmas concerts were the same. These concerts were more than just performances; they were a rite of passage, a chaotic celebration of the season, and an unforgettable part of my childhood memories.

My Favorite Christmas Songs: A Heartwarming Playlist

I sat down with the intent to bring you more Christmas memories but didn't have it in me today. I can't tell all my Christmas stories in one year, but since it's Tuesday—the day I usually post a music-related blog—I figured it’s the perfect opportunity to dive into some of my favorite Christmas tunes. Growing up, I got my love for Christmas music from my mom and dad. My dad loved listening to Christmas music all year round, and I've picked up the same habit. There's something magical about these songs that bring back so many warm memories. So, here are some of my all-time favorite Christmas songs, along with a bit of history and their original release dates.

Nat King Cole's "The Christmas Song" (1946) is a classic. His smooth, velvety voice and this timeless tune just feel like Christmas. Bing Crosby's "White Christmas" (1942) is another classic, holding the Guinness World Record for the best-selling single ever. It’s perfect for those nostalgic, snowy holiday scenes. Elvis Presley’s "Blue Christmas" (1957) is all about that melancholic, soulful vibe, perfect for those feeling a bit blue during the holidays.

Frank Sinatra’s version of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" (1944), originally by Judy Garland, brings a comforting and hopeful tone. Tony Bennett’s jazzy "Winter Wonderland" (1968) feels like a snowy stroll through a winter wonderland. Ella Fitzgerald’s "Sleigh Ride" (1960) is so lively and cheerful; it makes you feel like you’re on the sleigh ride with her. Dean Martin’s "Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!" (1959) makes you want to cozy up and wish for a snowstorm.

Perry Como’s "(There's No Place Like) Home for the Holidays" (1954) reminds us that home is where the heart is, especially during the holidays. Johnny Mathis’ "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" (1963) perfectly captures the excitement and joy of the season. Burl Ives’ "A Holly Jolly Christmas" (1964) is so upbeat and jolly; it’s a must-play at any holiday gathering.

Gene Autry’s "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" (1949) brings the beloved story of Rudolph to life. "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer" by Elmo & Patsy (1979) always brings a smile and a chuckle, even if it’s a bit quirky. Brenda Lee’s "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree" (1958) is perfect for setting a festive mood. Bobby Helms’ "Jingle Bell Rock" (1957) adds a rock-and-roll twist to the holidays.

The Beach Boys’ "Little Saint Nick" (1963) brings their signature surf sound to Christmas music. Karen Carpenter’s rich voice in "Merry Christmas Darling" (1970) and Kathy Mattea’s unique "Christmas Collage" (1999) create beautiful, emotional listening experiences. The duet of "Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy" by Bing Crosby and David Bowie (1977) is hauntingly beautiful.

John & Yoko and The Plastic Ono Band with the Harlem Community Choir released "Happy Xmas (War Is Over)" in 1971, carrying a powerful message of peace and hope. Bruce Springsteen’s rock-infused "Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town" (1985) brings infectious energy, while Band Aid’s "Do They Know It's Christmas?" (1984) remains a poignant reminder of global unity and giving. Paul McCartney’s "Wonderful Christmastime" (1979) captures the simple joy of the season.

Michael Bolton’s "Our Love Is Like a Holiday" (1996) and Harry Connick Jr.’s playful "(It Must Have Been Ol') Santa Claus" (1993) add soulful and jazzy flavors to the mix. Diana Krall’s smooth jazz take on "Jingle Bells" (1998) and Mannheim Steamroller’s ethereal "Away in a Manger" (1984) provide unique listening experiences. Ottmar Liebert’s guitar rendition of "Deck the Halls" (1990) and Gloria Estefan’s powerful "Love on Layaway" (1993) stand out in any playlist.

Celine Dion’s emotional "Don't Save It All for Christmas Day" (1998) and Joe’s soulful "This Christmas" (1999) bring modern twists to holiday classics. The Isley Brothers' "Special Gift" featuring Ronald Isley (2007) and Shaggy’s reggae-infused "All We Need Is Love (Christmas in the Yard)" (2008) offer fresh, festive vibes. Britney Spears’ catchy "My Only Wish (This Year)" (2000) and 'N SYNC’s heartfelt "You Don't Have to Be Alone (On Christmas)" (1998) add pop flair to the season. Luther Vandross’ powerful "O Come All Ye Faithful" (1995) and Debbie Gibson’s cheerful "Sleigh Ride" (1992) are perfect for a festive, fun-filled Christmas.

Dolly Parton’s "A Holly Dolly Christmas" (2020) includes tracks like "Cuddle Up, Cozy Down Christmas" with Michael Bublé and "Mary, Did You Know?" Loretta Lynn’s "Country Christmas" (1966) is full of country charm with songs like "To Heck with Ole Santa Claus" and "Blue Christmas." Mariah Carey’s "Merry Christmas" (1994) features the iconic "All I Want for Christmas Is You" and "Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)." Barbara Mandrell's "It Must Have Been the Mistletoe" (1984) captures the magic and romance of the season, and Barbra Streisand's version of "My Favorite Things" (1967) brings a unique twist to this classic song, making it a delightful addition to any Christmas playlist.

George Michael’s "Last Christmas" (1984) by Wham! is a personal favorite. I've always been a huge fan of George Michael, and I cherish the memory of a one-night stand we shared back in 1993. It was a special moment that I'll always hold dear. Lastly, Eartha Kitt’s "Santa Baby" (1953) is a playful, seductive classic that adds a touch of glamor to any Christmas playlist.

Sinead O'Connor has a beautiful rendition of "Silent Night." Her version brings a hauntingly serene vibe to this classic carol. Expose teamed up with Barry Manilow for a fun and festive version of "Jingle Bells" on his 1990 album "Because It's Christmas." It’s a great addition to any holiday playlist!

These songs have a special place in my heart and bring back wonderful memories of Christmases past. I hope they bring as much joy to you as they do to me. Happy Holidays! 🎄✨🎶

Bonus Christmas Post: Recreating My Childhood Letter to Santa from 4 year old me.

If only mama kept copies of my letters to Santa when she helped me write them. This is a recreation of what I dictated to my mom when I was 4 years old, circa 1980. Not sure if she wrote what I asked but this is what I can remember saying to her...or at least most of it. Of course the stationery is not the same, she used the plain ruled writing pad she used for all of the letters she wrote to various people. My mom loved writing letters, even if she didn't get a prompt reply or even a reply at all. My requests to Santa are probably one of the many reasons I never had to come out to my family. I kinda still do want those white go-go boots but I would be happy with a white pair of Doc Martens, size 10 US. I did get boots that year but I think Santa misread or didn't hear me clearly, I got Cowboy Boots, not the same.

A New York Holiday: An Unexpected Date and 'Home Alone 2' Adventure 1992

Home Alone 2 Lost In New York

This story is part of a chapter from my book. It recounts a sweet moment during a time when I wasn't getting along with Erik, who was more of a friend but sort of my boyfriend. In this story, I meet a random man in an arcade, lie to him about being stood up by a blind date and he steps in as my date for the night. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed living and reliving the moment while writing it.

In December of 1992, I found myself in the heart of New York City, a place brimming with holiday magic and bustling energy. Amidst the bright lights of Times Square, I was on my own, in my own personal Winter Wonderland. While playing pinball at the Playland Arcade, an older gentleman kept coming over to watch me play and try to converse. I had no clients for the night and wasn’t interested in hanging out at bars or doing any sort of "work," so I told him I was there for a blind date who never showed.

I had seen this man around the village a few times. My crackhead friend Tim had even smooched at him once as we passed by him on the street. While he wasn’t the best-looking guy in the village, he was attractive and seemed nice. He asked what my date and I were supposed to do, and I told him we were meeting at McDonald's and then heading to the Loew’s movie theater to watch "Home Alone 2." I don’t know what possessed me to share a bit of the story about seeing the first movie with my mom during a time when we weren’t getting along well, but he listened.

Though not exactly, AI got pretty close to my date.

Since my date missed out on the company of a nice guy, he offered to take me to see the movie instead. Maybe this was a sign. Maybe it was my duty to make Tim's wrong my right for the night. I had no intention of being disrespectful to this man. Perhaps he was the one that Biscuit and Shane told me to look out for as an unexpected "Sugar Daddy." But here I was, picked up by a sort of random man in a video arcade that I’d seen around the city, and he was treating me as if we were on a proper date, not just dumped.

Let me just say for the record, there was no blind date—it was something I made up because I thought it sounded good. So this gentleman not only held my hand and led me to the movie theater, but he also bought us tickets to see "Home Alone 2: Lost in New York" at the Lowes theater, along with two tubs of popcorn, a huge Sprite for me, and a Diet Coke for himself. I was on an unexpected date with a man who took pity on me and stepped in as my fake date’s understudy to my actual, not-really, fake date.

Years ago, while watching the first "Home Alone" movie, I never would have imagined there would be a second or that it would be set in the city I now call home. Not with my mom or even TK, who I felt was embarrassed to be seen with me, but with a sweet man who treated me as a proper date. Despite my initial disinterest in his company, thinking he would try to pull some funny business, we ended up having a pleasant time together. It was unexpected, and I think the hand-holding on the way to the theater was a sweet touch. I’m not sure if it was to give me the full effect of an actual date or if he was just affectionate with anyone.

When the movie began, he settled comfortably in his seat, watching the screen intently. As the film progressed, I found myself leaning my head on his shoulder. Surprisingly, he didn’t pull away or seem uncomfortable. Instead, he seemed to welcome the gesture, snuggling just a little closer. It felt unexpectedly sweet and genuine, almost as if he enjoyed the simple act of closeness as much as I did. His warmth and patience made me feel safe and cared for, turning what could have been an awkward situation into a comforting and memorable experience.

"Home Alone 2: Lost in New York" follows the misadventures of Kevin McCallister as he finds himself stranded in New York City during Christmas. The film captures the spirit of the city beautifully, with iconic landmarks and festive decorations setting the perfect backdrop for Kevin's escapades. Watching the movie while being in the very city it was set in made the experience all the more magical for me. It felt as if I was wandering the same streets alongside Kevin, sharing in his wonder and excitement. The film itself was a delightful blend of comedy and heartwarming moments, with Kevin once again outsmarting the bumbling burglars, Harry and Marv. Macaulay Culkin's performance was as charming as ever, and the addition of Tim Curry and Rob Schneider added an extra layer of humor to the film.

As I watched, I couldn't help but think back to when I saw the first "Home Alone" movie in Pensacola with my mom shortly after its release. The memory of that special time, filled with laughter and joy, added an extra layer of nostalgia to my experience in New York. After the movie, the man took me to a place that served pancakes bigger than your head, around the corner from the Townhouse Bar. We enjoyed our pancakes, which we could barely finish, laughing and talking about where we were from. He was really interested in where I was from because my accent, at the time, had become a hybrid of Southern, mid-Atlantic, and a bit of New York thrown in. The whole experience was surreal, almost like living in a movie myself. Here I was with this strange man, showing me kindness just as Kevin and the bird lady found friendship within the city by chance. They were both exactly what each other needed at the time.

"Home Alone 2: Lost in New York" is a sequel that truly stands on its own, capturing the essence of the holiday season while delivering plenty of laughs and touching scenes. The movie beautifully showcases the magic of New York City during Christmas, from the grand tree at Rockefeller Center to the bustling stores. It highlights the importance of finding others to share the joy of the holiday season, even amidst chaos.

Though I never saw the man who stepped in as the alternate to my fake date again, I often think of his kindness and hope he found someone to appreciate him the way he deserved. To this day, I look back on that night with a smile. The combination of being in New York City, watching a movie set in the same place, and the festive atmosphere made it an unforgettable experience. For a few hours, though I was really just a kid, I felt like a kid again, filled with wonder and excitement.

"Home Alone 2: Lost in New York" remains one of my favorite Christmas movies, not just for its entertainment value, but for the cherished memory it created during my time in the city. It was a brief respite from the complexities of my life at the time, and the film, intertwined with that personal memory, has a special place in my heart.

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Letters to Santa: A Holiday Tradition and a Deep Personal Story

 

Writing letters to Santa was always a cornerstone of my Christmas season. Mama had a unique way of making Santa seem like he was my real grandfather. It was a bit ironic because I did have a grandfather—Mama's stepdad, whom we called PawPaw. Although PawPaw was distant with me, it seemed a mythical being was more family to me. But as a kid, I never knew any better.

One of my earliest memories is sitting on Santa's lap at Springdale Mall when I was about 3 or 4 years old. I was so shy that I forgot everything I wanted to ask Santa for, except GoGo Boots. I think he misunderstood and I got cowboy boots instead. Years later, at 16, I found myself sitting on Santa’s lap again, this time at Macy’s in NYC. I was homeless then and told him I wanted a place of my own. I don’t think the Macy’s Santa understood completely, but he said he would do his best.

Not me but that was my style at 16, though different hair

Mama loved Christmas, and our house was always filled with Santa decorations. Watching Miracle on 34th Street gave Santa a definitive story in my mind, reinforcing the magical aura around him.
My letters to Santa started out like any other kid’s—filled with lists of toys and gifts I wished for. But over time, they evolved into more. They became a place where I poured out my thoughts and feelings, almost like a journal.

I remember one year, in third grade, our teacher Mrs. Kell gave us an assignment to write a letter to someone. I wrote to Santa. Mrs. Kell, who was supposed to be a family friend, wasn’t pleased. She told me Santa wasn’t real and made me write another letter to someone else. I chose PawPaw, but it was my grandmother who wrote back, not him.

Despite Mrs. Kell’s disbelief, the cookies we left out for Santa were always eaten, and the milk was always at a lower level in the morning. To me, that was proof enough that Santa was real.

One of the most personal letters I wrote to Santa was when I was about 9. In it, I came out to him, telling him I was gay and that I was being molested by a neighbor two doors down from me, the father of a girl in my same grade. I wondered if Santa hated me for being gay. Writing that letter was a vulnerable moment, but it felt safe to share it with Santa, as he would understand and possibly give me guidance to make the abuse end. I never got the guidance, but at the age of 12, it did end.

Even now, though I don't write letters to Santa, I still believe in the spirit of Santa and the magic that surrounds his character. The spirit of Christmas and the joy of those childhood memories fill me with warmth and wonder every holiday season.

Saturday GLOWcase: Les Muir, A Dedicated Fan of GLOW from Chilliwack, Canada

Welcome to the Saturday GLOWcase! In addition to featuring the wrestlers, cast, and crew of GLOW, I will now also be highlighting the original fans of the show. Without the dedicated viewers, GLOW wouldn’t have thrived for the four amazing seasons that it did. Today, we’re celebrating one of those loyal fans who helped make GLOW the iconic show it is.

Les Muir, a devoted fan of GLOW (Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling), hails from the charming town of Chilliwack, Canada. His introduction to GLOW came through an unconventional route compared to many fans of the 80s wrestling phenomenon. Les and I first crossed paths on the 2017 GLOW cruise, where we quickly bonded over our shared appreciation for the iconic wrestling show and became good friends.

Les With Hollywood

Growing up in a farmhouse in the 1980s, Les's television experience was quite different. With only a 40-foot antenna outside the house, he could only access 3 or 4 channels on a good day. Cable television remained a distant luxury until he turned 20. As a result, Les never actually watched full episodes of GLOW during its original run. Instead, his first encounter with the GLOW ladies came through various talk and game shows where they made appearances.

One day, while watching the Phil Donahue show, Les noticed the colorful and dynamic presence of the GLOW wrestlers. Though he couldn’t watch the matches themselves, the glimpses he got from these shows were enough to spark a lasting interest. Among all the GLOW wrestlers, Beastie stood out as his favorite, thanks to her wild and unique outfit that left a lasting impression.

Les (Center) with GLOW girls Beastie & Sunny to the right and Angel on his left

Despite the limitations of rural television reception, Les's enthusiasm for GLOW remained strong. His story is a testament to the far-reaching impact of GLOW, which captivated audiences even outside the usual broadcasting range. Les's journey from discovering GLOW on talk shows to celebrating its legacy on a themed cruise highlights the enduring allure of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling.

Rankin & Bass Christmas Specials: A Holiday Tradition

As a kid growing up in the 80's, one of the highlights of my Christmas season was watching the Rankin & Bass Christmas specials. Once I was old enough to read, I would eagerly mark the TV Guide to indicate which shows we would be watching. My family was okay with this ritual because it was just once a year that I could see these magical movies.

The Complete Rankin & Bass Christmas Collection DVD

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was my favorite. I related to Rudolph in ways I didn't fully understand at the time. His story of being bullied and feeling like an outcast resonated deeply with me. Rudolph's journey to find acceptance and his place in the world mirrored my own struggles. The charming voice of Burl Ives as Sam the Snowman brought a warmth to the story that made it even more special.

The Little Drummer Boy had a beautiful song, but I found the story a bit boring. Still, I watched it every year, simply because it was part of the tradition. The voice talents of Greer Garson as the narrator and José Ferrer as Ben Haramed brought the characters to life, even if the story didn't captivate me as much as the others.

Frosty the Snowman was a lot of fun, but it always made me cry when he melted. The joy and sorrow wrapped up in that story were a powerful combination for a child like me. Jackie Vernon’s voice as Frosty gave the character a lovable, jolly personality that made his temporary departure all the more heartbreaking.

Santa Claus Is Coming to Town was another favorite. The Santa in the film looked remarkably like a man who worked at the K&B Drugstore we frequented. He was always super nice, and I had a little crush on him, as far as little kid crushes go. Perhaps that's why I have a soft spot for gingers to this day. The film featured the voices of Mickey Rooney as Kris Kringle and Fred Astaire as the narrator, which added a layer of charm and nostalgia.

Over the years, these specials remained a cherished part of my holiday routine. Even as an adult, I continue to watch them whenever I get the chance. The characters and their stories have a timeless quality that brings back the magic of childhood every time I see them.

One interesting tidbit about the Rankin & Bass Christmas specials is that many of the original figures used in the stop-motion animations were found years later. These figures were incredibly detailed and usually scaled to about six to twelve inches in size. Finding out someone found these figures was like rediscovering a piece of my childhood, a tangible connection to those magical moments spent in front of the TV.

The magic of Rankin & Bass Christmas specials endures, continuing to bring joy and nostalgia to countless viewers year after year. They are more than just movies; they are a bridge to our past, a reminder of the wonder and innocence of childhood.

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The Magic of Tolkien's "Letters from Father Christmas"

Hey there! With the holiday season in full swing, I wanted to share one of my all-time favorite reads that perfectly captures the festive spirit: J.R.R. Tolkien's "Letters from Father Christmas." This collection of letters, written by Tolkien to his kids between 1920 and 1943, is pure holiday magic. It's filled with whimsical adventures, heartwarming messages, and beautiful illustrations that bring the North Pole to life.

I first discovered "Letters from Father Christmas" when I was 16, back in 1992, at the New York City library. I remember being completely enchanted by the magical world Tolkien created. The detailed letters and enchanting illustrations transported me to the North Pole, where Father Christmas, his clumsy yet lovable assistant the North Polar Bear, and other delightful characters had all sorts of adventures.

I was so engrossed in the book that I didn’t want to leave the library when it closed. Even though I had to leave the book behind, I returned several times just to finish it. I couldn't get a library card to check it out because I didn’t have an ID or proper residence, but that didn’t stop me from diving into the magic of Tolkien’s letters. Those visits were some of my favorite moments, and the story has stuck with me ever since.

Tolkien’s "Letters from Father Christmas" takes readers on a journey to a magical realm inhabited by Father Christmas, the clumsy North Polar Bear, and a host of other characters. Each letter is beautifully illustrated and meticulously crafted, filled with adventures and heartfelt updates from the North Pole. The North Polar Bear often causes chaos with his antics, adding a humorous touch that’s fun for kids and adults alike.

What makes this collection really special is the personal touch Tolkien brings to each letter. Written for his children, the letters are filled with love and warmth, reflecting the bond between a father and his kids. They provide a glimpse into Tolkien’s life and the joys and challenges of parenthood, making the letters even more endearing.

Tolkien’s artistic talents shine through in his intricate illustrations. The beautifully drawn pictures bring the stories to life, adding an extra layer of magic to the enchanting tales. From detailed maps of the North Pole to whimsical depictions of the characters, the artwork is a feast for the eyes and a testament to Tolkien’s multifaceted genius.

"Letters from Father Christmas" has a timeless appeal that resonates with readers of all ages. For fans of Tolkien’s other works, these letters offer a unique perspective on his storytelling prowess and creative imagination. They provide a delightful escape into a world where magic is real and the spirit of Christmas is alive and well.

This book is suitable for all ages, but it’s particularly magical for children and those young at heart. The whimsical stories and charming illustrations are perfect for bedtime reading during the holiday season, creating lasting memories for families.

"Letters from Father Christmas" is a must-read for anyone looking to recapture the magic of Christmas. Tolkien’s charming letters and delightful illustrations create a heartwarming and enchanting experience that’s sure to become a holiday tradition. Whether you’re a long-time fan of Tolkien or new to his works, this collection is a perfect addition to your festive reading list.

Every year, I love skimming through it during the holiday season, reliving the joy and magic that Tolkien so wonderfully captured. If you haven’t read it yet, treat yourself to this delightful piece of Christmas history. Happy holidays! 🎄📚✨

Heavenly Ham's ACTUAL Classic Ham Salad Recipe

The logo of the former Heavenly Ham

Years ago, I shared the actual Turkey Salad recipe from the now-defunct ham store chain, Heavenly Ham. Since then, I've received requests for other recipes from the chain. I have had to substitute a few ingredients as the originals were proprietary to Heavenly Ham and didn't transfer when Honey Baked bought them.

One of the easiest and most beloved recipes from Heavenly Ham was their Ham Salad. Contrary to popular belief, it only contained three ingredients, making it incredibly simple to recreate. Here’s a recipe that’s as close to the original Heavenly Ham's Ham Salad as you can get today.

A box lunch similar to what you'd get from Heavenly Ham back in the day.

Ingredients:

• 1 lb Spiral Sliced Ham or any thicker cut (honey smoked is a must; brand doesn’t matter)

• 1/2 cup Special Sauce (see below)

• 2 stalks of green onion

Instructions:

1. Place all ingredients into a food processor.

2. Chop until mixed but not too fine.

3. Enjoy on your favorite bread with a slice of Havarti cheese, a slather of mayo, and special sauce.

Heavenly Ham's Special Sauce was nothing more than equal parts of Heavenly Ham's That Mustard and Mayonnaise. That Mustard was one of the proprietary items that is no longer made so I had to clone my own version which comes as close as you will get.

Heavenly Ham's Special Sauce

Ingredients:

• Equal parts of Mayonnaise and Heavenly Ham's That Mustard

Heavenly Ham That Mustard Clone:

• 1/2 cup Spicy Brown Mustard

• 2 tbsp Honey

• 2 tbsp Mayonnaise

• Dash of Red Ground Cayenne Pepper

A Very Special Christmas 1 & 2 Music Review Celebrating the Season

The holiday season has always been a magical time for me, filled with cherished traditions and fond memories. One of the most enduring and beloved parts of my festive routine has been listening to A Very Special Christmas 1 & 2. Released to benefit the Special Olympics, these albums feature a star-studded lineup of artists and have become beloved holiday staples since their release.

I still remember the first time I heard A Very Special Christmas 1. It was a chilly evening in December, and I was at our neighbor's house just before Christmas. The moment the Pointer Sisters' "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town" came on, I was hooked. The album is a perfect blend of holiday classics and unique renditions by some of the most iconic artists of the time. Tracks like Whitney Houston's "Do You Hear What I Hear?" and Bruce Springsteen's "Merry Christmas Baby" quickly became favorites. The mix of upbeat songs and soulful ballads made it an instant classic in our home. The album's artwork, designed by Keith Haring, features a vibrant red background with a simple yet striking image of a mother holding her child, adding a visually festive touch to the musical collection.

Then came A Very Special Christmas 2, which only added to the holiday joy. I was thrilled to hear Tom Petty's "Christmas All Over Again" and Debbie Gibson's "Sleigh Ride." Each song seemed to capture the essence of the holiday spirit in a way that felt both nostalgic and fresh. Randy Travis' "Jingle Bell Rock" and Aretha Franklin's "O Christmas Tree" are standout tracks that have me singing along every time. This album continued the tradition of bringing together a diverse group of artists, making the Christmas season even more special. The artwork for this album, also by Keith Haring, features a festive green background with a simple, joyful image of three angels, perfectly capturing the spirit of the season.

These albums were not just about bringing joy through music; they were also created with a purpose. The proceeds from both A Very Special Christmas 1 & 2 were directed to benefit the Special Olympics, making the listening experience even more meaningful. Over the years, these albums have raised millions of dollars, supporting athletes with intellectual disabilities and promoting inclusion and empowerment through sports.

Over the years, these albums have been the soundtrack to countless holiday moments. From wrapping presents and baking cookies to cozy nights with a cup of hot cocoa, the music of A Very Special Christmas 1 & 2 has been there through it all. The joy and warmth these songs bring are unparalleled, and they never fail to evoke a sense of nostalgia and happiness. Whether it's the unique blend of artists or the timeless appeal of the songs, these albums hold a special place in my heart.

As we approach another holiday season, I'm excited to once again put on these albums and let the music fill my home with festive cheer. They remind me of the magic of the holidays and the simple joys that come with this time of year. If you haven't yet experienced the charm of A Very Special Christmas 1 & 2, I highly recommend giving them a listen. They're sure to become a beloved part of your holiday traditions, just as they have been for me.

A Day Trip to Orlando on Frontier Airlines Sunday, December 8, 2024: Random Thoughts and Musings

While I have mostly dedicated my blog to Christmas related entries for this month, today's entry is all about the day trip I did on Frontier Airlines from Atlanta to Orlando and back to Atlanta December 8, 2024.

A Frontier Airlines Airbus A320

Firstly, I Hate the Orlando airport. Moving throughout the concourses is inconvenient. Compared to Atlanta, which is much smoother and more efficient, Orlando feels chaotic. The TSA lines feel like they were designed by the same people who create the super long ride queues at Disney and Universal. A 17-minute wait took 45 minutes of wandering and weaving through a maze of ropes.

The reason for my little day trip, which started when I departed from Atlanta at 10am and returned by 5pm, was to do a little shopping in the airport. The Go Wild Pass is super convenient, though one needs to be mindful of what they are taking with them in their personal item to avoid any fees where it could be considered a "Carry On" upon return. My messenger bag was filled to the brink when I returned and barely fit into the metal bag sizer that Frontier uses.

If you're interested in actual shopping, the best shops are located outside of the security area, although I've been told that some of the shops in Concourse C are decent. Fortunately, Hudson/Avolta is conveniently located within the concourses, which I appreciated since I could use my employee discount.

Flying with Frontier Airlines: Since I have the Go Wild Pass, I can essentially fly as much as I want throughout the year for just the cost of taxes each way, with some blackout dates. Despite the horror stories I've heard about their service, I didn't encounter any issues. Then again, I've never really had service issues with any airline I've flown with, except for Eastern losing our luggage when I was a kid.

Watching The Phantom of the Opera in seat 24A

There was a gate agent in Atlanta who seemed disinterested in acknowledging passengers as individuals. For the flight from Atlanta, only three exit row seats were available, and I missed out on them as I was on a conference call for work. However, seat 24A, a window seat on the A320, was comfortable enough, and I had sufficient legroom to stretch out a bit. Considering I'm just shy of 5'8" these days, I can't imagine 6'4" Terry being as comfortable, but it seemed comparable to our AA flight from LAX to ATL a few years ago.

I loved the legroom in Exit Row 12A

On my flight back, twelve exit row seats were available, and I was first up for it. I don't mind the basics of exit rows—it's a trade-off for a bit more room. I had at least a foot and a half between my knees and the seat in front of me.

Frontier, like Spirit and other budget carriers, doesn't offer free beverages and snacks, but their menu does have some decent offerings, including good options for alcoholic beverages. I was all set with what I grabbed at the newsstands with my discount. Interestingly, Frontier is one of the only airlines I've seen that doesn't provide airsickness bags in the seat pocket in front of you. I'm not sure what I would have done if I or the people next to me got sick. I know it happens, but I guess one either deals with it somehow or runs to the lavatory in the front or one of the two in the rear and hopes no one is in it.

Despite these quirks, my experience with Frontier was positive. The flight crew was professional, and the boarding process was smooth. An airline experience is often as good as you make it. The most important thing is getting from point A to B safely, and Frontier delivered on that front.

Back to Hudson: I love working for them, but I get a little envious when I travel and see stores outside my districts. Ft. Lauderdale carries wraps we don't have in ATL, and Orlando has some bombass chicken salad sandwiches that really hit the spot.

Considering my flights today were between ATL and Florida, I expected some turbulence, but aside from a couple of bumps on the way down, there was none. It's strange, given that all the flights I've done in, out, and over Florida in the past have been rough.

Every time I go to Florida, it feels like home—the sun is always inviting. But as someone who escaped Florida 28 years ago, I'm only interested in quick visits, never to take residence again, unless the political scene changes to be more people-friendly. The scenery is always great, whether you're crossing over lakes or land that resembles a grid with the way the roads are paved.

If I ever were to move back to Florida, it would have to be around Orlando or somewhere south of Orlando. Terry and I could transfer without any issues from our jobs. For the next four years, though, that's not going to happen. Perhaps transferring somewhere in Europe or Asia is more likely.

Nuclear Power Plants: Something I noticed this trip that I hadn't before were a few nuclear power plants. Remember when they told us nuclear would be cleaner and cheaper to produce? If so, are those receiving power from those sources paying less?

A320 Musings: I used to be a B757 fan, but I love the squeaky sounds before takeoff on Airbus aircraft. The brown noise of the engines is the same sound that I fall asleep to almost every night. Not sure why, but it's relaxing to me.

The landing in Atlanta was abrupt—the first time I ever felt all the wheels touch down at almost the exact same time. Better than a tail strike, I suppose.

We also landed on a runway, rode it down to T, turned around, taxied up to D, and cut through D and E to taxi back to T. The logistics of airlines that don't have dedicated gates is a little baffling.

All in all I had a great time just flying. Over the years, I thought about creating my own onboard courier or hand-carry courier service but it's one of those things that I just never got around to. Perhaps with my access to Frontier, I just might make that jump on my days off. ;-)

Nostalgic Joy: My Lifelong Love for Catalogs at Christmas

The Christmas season was always a special time in my house, despite my parents' relationship being a bit of a struggle, to say the least. Mama and Daddy always made sure to make it special for my sister and me. While there was plenty going on on TV as well as the radio, I would sometimes spend hours next to the Christmas tree, at the kitchen table, or in my room flipping through catalogs, making lists for my upcoming letter to Santa. Back when we lived in our little yellow rented house on Easter Lane in Mobile, Alabama, my parents began to collect catalogs from stores like JC Penny, Spiegel, Montgomery Ward, as well as the holy grail of catalogs, Sears—most notably, the Sears Wish Book.

The catalogs never seemed to be thrown away even after they were outdated, and they followed us from the yellow house to the house we moved into two doors down a few years later, and also when we moved to Pace, Florida. Each year, new additions would arrive, inspiring more Christmas wishes for me. I tried to preserve the catalogs as best I could, never marking in them unlike most children who circled what they wanted. Instead, I made lists, noting the store, catalog number, page number, a description, and the reason I wanted the item. Although I knew I wasn't going to get everything I asked for—sometimes not a single thing on my list—it was still a fun and exciting activity that filled me with holiday spirit.

After I left home, my love for catalogs remained strong. While many of the catalogs from stores of the past are no longer printed due to the businesses going under, focusing on brick and mortar sales or simply transitioning to online sales, I still occasionally receive catalogs. Companies like Ginny's, a part of the modern-day Swiss Colony and Montgomery Ward, still send out catalogs, and there's also the massive book from a company that seems to tickle everyone's funny bone, Fingerhut. I also enjoy looking at the old catalogs on pages like Wishbook Web, where I can relive those nostalgic memories and daydreams.

Even as an adult, I find joy in flipping through these catalogs, reminiscing about the simpler times when I'd dream of Christmas gifts by the light of the Christmas tree. The tradition of catalog browsing may have evolved, but the magic it brings remains the same. Whether it's making lists or just admiring the variety of products, catalogs have always been a source of excitement and holiday spirit for me. How about you? What were your favorite catalogs?