Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip that started from this tropic port aboard this tiny ship.

The Mate was a mighty sailin' women,

The skipper brave and sure.

Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour, a three hour tour

The weather started getting rough, the tiny shipped was tossed, if not for the courage of the fearless crew the Minnow would be lost, the Minnow would be lost.
The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted dessert isle
Gilligan
The Skipper too,

So this is the tale of our castaways, they're here for a long, long time, they'll have to make the best of things, it's on uphill climb.
The First Mate and His Skipper too, will do they're very best, to make the other comfortable, in the tropic island nest.
No phone, no lights, no motor cars, not a single luxury, Like Robison Crusoe, as primitive as can be.
So join us here each week my friends, you're sure to get a smile, from seven stranded castaways, here on Gilligan's Isle!












you may think cause you have to form words and for a country girl like me that was pertnear hard! Cause they have to be actual words...no redneck words aloud! So that thar just purdy much through out most of my vocabulary! Next I will concur playin' Bananagrams with the Pops...of course we will have to make our own rules up and use only redneck words. Anyways I learned one thing from a night of playin' Bananagrams with my family....

age of ten? It was the first thing on wheels that I learned how to drive...ahhhh the memories. But it's not as glam as you may think...you see when you learn how to drive said tractor you then directly sign yourself up for a life time of driven that tractor from then on. Which I can't complain much driven a tractor can put your mind at total ease...no wonder my Pops can always be found on one.