I Can't Believe It's Been a Year..

One year* ago my husband called me from work.  He says "you're in  a pretty good mood considering that Davy Jones died."  I hadn't heard that one of my beloved Monkees had died from a heart attack, I was in shock. There was a huge piece of my childhood.... gone.

I remember as a young girl, I would sit in a corner by the HiFi and listen to my Monkee albums.  Their posters were on my bedroom walls.  I watched their show every week and then rushed outside to discuss it with the neighbor kids while on the swing set. I still have the same albums and now have the show on DVD.

Fast forward to 1986.  What!? The Monkees were coming to my town?  I went to the concert, third row, center stage.  The most wonderful night.  I even caught the towel Peter wiped his face with and then threw out into the audience. I was hooked again. My best friends and I would go to other Monkee concerts, all over the place.  We even went to a Monkee Convention in Chicago.  We saw the Teen Idol Tour with Davy, Bobby Sherman (another love) and Peter Noone of Herman's Hermits. I got to see Mike Nesmith on a solo tour in Atlanta in the early 1990's.

Davy wrote a book and had book-signing about 2 hours away from where I lived. That is a whole other story worthy of it's own.  Perhaps I'll tell it later.

I started collecting memorabilia. I have some of it displayed but most is packed away.  I would love to have a wall/room devoted to it. My best friend and I made a pact, which ever one of us dies first, the other gets her Monkees collection.

Davy's daughters have formed a non-profit foundation to help care for the horses that Davy had rescued. He had a great love for those horses. If you'd like to make a donation, go to the Davy Jones Equine Memorial Foundation site. Donations are tax deductible.

Rest in Peace, Manchester Cowboy.


*Davy died on February 29th-leap year.