Do you Remember??? A Tribute to Wonderful Sophie Tucker and her Career...

Last night I saw a woman,
who looks much like this star,
sing a song called,
"I Live Alone and Like It!
Ok, not only was it funny,
but I thought...maybe a new
theme song for me at my age???
What do you think?
~~~

A Tribute to a Woman

After my Own Heart...

Sophie Tucker was a Ukrainian-born American singer, comedian, actress, and radio personality. Known for her stentorian delivery of comical and risqué songs, she was one of the most popular entertainers ... Wikipedia
Born: January 13, 1887, Russia
Died: February 9, 1966, New York City, NY
Albums: Origins Of The Red Hot Mama, 1910-1922, Last of the Red Hot Mommas, The Great Sophie Tucker
Awards: Grammy Hall of Fame Award

My sister, Dee, recently said that I'd never stopped working, even though I retired... Well, here's Sophie in 1960 appearing on Ed Sullivan, just six years before she died... So I still got a long way to go, right?

I've picked out songs that are funny because that's what she's best known for; however, she did have a beautiful voice as well... Ok, maybe my singing has been limited to churcy things, but that counts, for an amateur...

Sophia was apparently quite content at whatever age she was, and washn't concerned about sharing her thoughts on the matter...LOL

You know I've talked about reading so much and not getting much exercise, but Sophie spoke up the real truth... She sure is My Kinda Woman...

She's famous for her Red Hot Mama songs...

Welllll, we all can't be a star...LOL

You sure got That Right, Sophia...

One of These Days is one of my favorites of her songs...

What about you? Ya' Gonna Miss Me Honey?

Sure glad I heard that song last night...I enjoyed putting this together to share with all of you!

Glenda

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