Wednesday, 8 February 2012

LA: Our Mom always sang.

Yesterday a song was running through my head that our Mom use to sing to us...I believe her Mom sang it to her too.
It's sweet and brings warm memories to me...maybe not to my Mom when during my elementary school years, I was reading The Little House on the Prairie books, I asked her if she wrote on slates and went to a one room school house? It was an honest question from a little girl who had no concept of history at that point, but I think I made her feel old as she quite kindly, but firmly pointed out that Grandma, not herself, would have been closer to that generation! They did in fact have paper in her school and lived close to town so they also had separate classrooms for different ages and grades.
I was schooled and learned a little that day...but still wasn't sure how they could have had paper waaaaay back then!
And to be honest..... this song didn't help the mystery for me.....


School days, school days
Good ol' golden rule days.
Reading and writing and 'rithmetic. 
Learn to the sound of the hickory stick.
You were my bashful beau,
I was your girl in calico.
Those were the days when I loved you so...
When we were a couple of kids.

To me, that had old school house written all over it!

But thank you Mom, for always filling our home with singing and beauty. ( I'll talk more about our Mom's amazing creativity on another post, unless KD beats me to it!)

1 comment:

  1. Our Mom corrected me...
    it was:
    " barefoot bashful beau"
    Actually if you were talking about KD and myself? we'd be the barefoot ones!

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