I try to text my grand-daughter a wake up song each morning on school days. Here are some of the songs.
Wake up songs (Click "blue" words for songs.) Oliver - Good Morning Starshine "Wake Up" a Morning Song Army Guy Mom Cat cartoon Beatles Good Day Sunshine "Good Morning" ~ Singin' in the Rain Good Morning Beatles Good Morning- Mandisa Feat. George Harrison Here Comes the Sun Beatles I’m Only Sleeping The Chipmunks-Good Morning Song Carole King Beautiful Oh, How I Hate to Get Up Linda Lou Walter Kepley: “During a late afternoon/early evening, your mother used to get us kids organized by taking shoe boxes and cutting windows out of them. She helped us cover the windows with colored cellophane. We would tie a string to the box, light a candle inside the box, and pull it along. With several of us doing this, we made a bright train of shoe boxes in the dark!!! Your mother was one cool lady, and we missed her terribly when she passed away.” (This was on West Second Street on the 1940’s)
Nick: My sister Liz fondly remembered these parades. I had her describe them to me many times. What fun for them. I was at my great-grand-nephews’ birthday party this weekend and Stacey, Liz’s daughter, had us decorate shoe boxes, put lights and a string on them and, just as it turned dark, we had a parade. We walked from her house on Fifth and Cherry and watched the Christmas parade from near the post office. We then resumed our own parade back home. I was so proud to get to join in an old family tradition.
Post Script: Michael Perry and the Long Beds performing "Somewhere Out in Mudbrook" Listen to his band here. And, yes, he got his chickens. See a video here. I will probably re-post this in my upcoming pictorial and internet accompaniment to Truck: A Love Story but it is such a good word I don't want to forget it:
I learned a new word today. Saudade. It doesn't have a direct equivalent in English. JASMINE GARSD says "The concept has many definitions, including a melancholy nostalgia for something that perhaps has not even happened. It often carries an assurance that this thing you feel nostalgic for will never happen again. My favorite definition of saudade is by Portuguese writer Manuel de Melo: "a pleasure you suffer, an ailment you enjoy."" I like that word. When I was young I couldn't have understood it, but now I do. |
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