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Posted on 06/30/2008 10:26:42 PM PDT by JustAmy
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Aren’t memories wonderful? Thanks Yorkie!
(Fifty years ago! I’m surprised I can remember that far back!) LOL!
My Mom also sang “Slide down my rain-barrel”. I visualized it as the drain pipe down the side of the house to the rain-barrel.
“I Love You a Bushel and a Peck” was another memorable song of my childhood.
There were a couple of others from my childhood .... “Five Little Fishes in a Little Bitty Pool” and “Mares Eat Oats”.
These memories are wonderful. Thanks for sharing them.
Three or four years ago, T’wit directed me to a Web Site where you could hear many of these songs. I wonder if I can find it.
RIP T’wit.
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Hope you find it~~~
“Mares Eat Oats and Doe’s eat Oats and little Lambs eat Ivy”...A kid’ll eat Ivy too, wouldn’t you? hum..hum...
Meg, that picture immediately brought to mind this poem, by (my favorite), James Whitcomb Riley:
The Old Swimmin’-Hole
OH! the old swimmin’-hole! whare the crick so still and deep
Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,
And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below
Sounded like the laugh of something we onc’t ust to know
Before we could remember anything but the eyes
Of the angels lookin’ out as we left Paradise;
But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle,
And it’s hard to part ferever with the old swimmin’-hole.
Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the happy days of yore,
When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore,
Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tide
That gazed back at me so gay and glorified,
It made me love myself, as I leaped to cares
My shadder smilin’ up at me with sich tenderness.
But them days is past and gone, and old Time’s tuck his toll
From the old man come back to the old swimmin’-hole.
Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! In the long, lazy days
When the humdrum of school made so many run-a-ways,
How pleasant was the jurney down the old dusty lane,
Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so plane
You could tell by the dent of the heel and the sole
They was lots o’ fun on hands at the old swimmin’-hole.
But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow roll
Like the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin’-hole.
Thare the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall,
And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all;
And it mottled the worter with amber and gold
Tel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled;
And the snake-feeder’s four gauzy wings fluttered by
Like the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky,
Or a wownded apple-blossom in the breeze’s controle
As it cut acrost some orchurd to’rds the old swimmin’-hole.
Oh! the old swimmin’-hole! When I last saw the place,
The scenes was all changed, like the change in my face;
The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spot
Whare the old divin’-log lays sunk and ferfot.
And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be —
But never again will theyr shade shelter me!
And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul,
And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin’-hole.
James Whitcomb Riley
I’ve saved this .... we have lots of squash and Italian Sausage is always a favorite. Hubby puts it in his spaghetti sauce.
Thanks for sharing this.
Looks like I’m going to need to start cooking again.
Good afternoon, Mayor.
Thank you for helping us start the day on the right foot.
We appreciate you and all you do.
Hi Meg, that picture brings back memories of we kids doing that also. Thats a pretty place to be in the water!
We just had a huge rain here. As of late I haven’t had to add much water to the pool as God is filling it for me! Have you all gotten rain yet...sure hope you do!
Darling picture~~~~
Ahhh .... what an adorable baby and cute minature donkey.
It reminds me of a story my Mom told me about my grandparents.
Money was always tight and my Grandmother and Grandfather had several children. (I guess most people did 1915-1930) Someone took my Grandmother shopping and she spotted some 1/2 pint jelly jars. She thought they were so cute so she bought a dozen.
That evening when she showed them to my Grandfather, his comment was “You probably could have bought a dozen quart jars for what you paid for those little things.”
A couple of months later, my Grandfather came home with a pair of minature donkeys. He was so proud of them but when he called my Grandmother out to see them, she said, “I’ll bet you could have bought a regular pair of mules for what you paid for those half-pint donkeys.”
I guess that they both enjoyed their half-pint purchases. :)
Thank you Cardhu. Beautiful music and precious children.
Hope you are having a Wonderful Be A Kid Day!
The one that especially looked like Lee Ann Rimes was the picture of the little girl with the words, “Soft is the heart of a child. Do not harden it.”
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