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.