We sang a lot in my house when I was growing up. Funny old songs that you've probably never heard of like "Sippin' Cider" or "Grandfather's Clock" or maybe "Titanic". It wasn't just my mom, her sisters taught their kids too so sometimes in strange moments my cousins & I have sung them together. My mom & her sisters even sing them in parts and rounds. These are all old songs their mom and grandma taught them. This is a part of my childhood that I look back on and it makes me smile. It may seem strange to many, but it's part of my family, part of my history.
There's this silly little ditty, a poem of sorts, that my mom, or maybe even my grandma, told me once as a child and I found it interesting enough to memorize. For some reason or another I was reminded of it yesterday, which reminded me of all those songs we used to sing, and it makes long for a different time and place....and it makes me smile.
One dark morning in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and fought each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise
And came and shot the two dead boys.
If you don't believe this story is true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it too.
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Oh Jen! How funny that this is your blog today because for some reason last week I started singing the "Titanic" song to Nate. He looked at me like I was crazy :) These are memories that I hold dear to my heart as well. It is one of those moments that makes my heart feel warm and fuzzy. Thanks for the smile today. I do recognize the songs that you posted, although that poem is one that I haven't heard. Hope you have a great weekend!!
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