https://punkgirldiaries.com/mary-weiss-shangri-la/

"Oh, no, Oh no, Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Remember (Walking In The Sand)".  

The song and it's production were the child of a music business misfit named George "Shadow" Morton"  But it was the urgent hurt of Mary Weiss that has lived within me going on 55 years. 

I recall ruminating upon hearing her plea in 1964, " This must be what love really  is". 

 The melancholy of "Remember"  surrendered to another George Morton composition in December of '64, sung as only Mary and her partners could. 
It was called "Give Him A Great Big Kiss" and made me feel better about young love and the sacred abyss she had us both falling into only four months earlier.  
Teendom was just around my Queens, NY street corner and hope was in the gusty New York wind.  

In retrospect Mary Weiss was my first true infatuation. The emotions were real, especially for a kid who cried over Jackie Wilsons "Lonely Teardrops" at age 7.  Rock and Rhythm and Blues produced awakenings and sensations with no age restrictions.

After 4 marriages I still have similar questions posed by The Shangri-las and The Supremes .  I owe a great deal to those remarkable women and their sacred voices. If we are fortunate, The eternal flame of yearning begs new understanding with each sunrise. 
Just give the one you love a Great Big Kiss and always Remember. 
Always.
-Rich Buckland