The Merry, Merry Month of May

I was strolling through the park one day, in the merry, merry month of May. This is a line from a very old Irish folk song, called “The Fountain in the Park.” My grandmother used to sing all kinds of interesting songs. When I’m old and gray I’d like to teach them to my grandchildren. Well, I’d like to teach them to my grandchildren- the “old and gray” ship may have already sailed.

Her songs still bring a smile to my face. There was “How Much is That Doggie in the Window?” “Does your bubblegum lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight?” “I’ve got a hot-rod Ford and a two-dollar bill…” “In your Easter Bonnet…” (If any of you know those songs, please let me know that I’m not alone. 🙂 )

May was a pretty good month. I spent time with family and friends and started to fall into more of a rhythm with my new job.

The only thing that really suffered was my writing. I definitely took a break in May. Didn’t plan a break- or search one out, but had one, nonetheless.

Thinking about that song was a great way to make it through the month.

My grandmother did not have the easiest life, by any stretch. But, what a beautiful thing that amid the pain and difficulties- she took the time to sing.

It wasn’t until I got older that I realized just how strong and amazing she was. And not because she persevered through battles. There must have been times she became exhausted under the strain…questioned her resolve.

But, because- through it all…she sang. What a beautiful example. Thank you Grammy.

 

 

9 thoughts on “The Merry, Merry Month of May”

  1. Music can be such a great comfort when things aren’t going the way we want them to. Many’s the time I’ve taken out anger or sadness on the piano keys, and felt much better for it. How lovely that you associate music so strongly with your grandmother.

    I know ‘How Much is That Doggie in the Window’! The one with the waggly tail…

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    1. Toni, I really enjoyed reading this. Your Grandmother was one of a kind and I mean that in a positive way. She did have a difficult live but little things meant so much to her. Her life started with her losing her Mother in the first year of her life. Just think of that. After she lost her Mother not long later she also lost her Dad. I could go on and on but I won’t. She was a great lady!

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      1. Wasn’t she, though? I miss her so much. I hope someone remembers me the way I remember her. We had our disagreements, but I could never accuse her of not caring deeply. She was a passionate woman…and I mean that in a good way, too. Thank you so much!

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  2. Love those songs! You are not alone – I have many similar memories, except it was my daddy singing the songs. I would add a couple of his favorites: Yellow Bird and, when he was in a particularly silly mood, Where Does The Chicky Lay the Eggy (has anyone else ever heard of this one?). Thanks for bringing back some wonderful memories!

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