Sunday, 2 September 2007

Memories

was thinking about my grandmother the other day (Dad’s Mom). She just turned 88 years old. She lives alone since Grampy died in May, 2004. She is slowly going blind, but she is FIERCELY independent. She refuses to leave the house she has lived in for over 50 years.

Unfortunately, she lives across the ocean in England, so I rarely see her. But when I do, she STILL holds me against her chest, hugs me tight and sings to me. Specifically, she sings one of two songs:

LITTLE MAN, YOU’VE HAD A BUSY DAY
(Mabel Wayne / Al Hoffman / Maurice Sigler)

Emil Coleman – 1934
Isham Jones – 1934
Paul Robeson – 1934
Ray Noble Orch. (vocal: Al Bowlly) – 1934
Perry Como – 1958
Sarah Vaughan & Count Basie – 1961
Dakota Staton – 1972
Monica Borrfors- 1994
Also recorded by: Connee Boswell; Bing Crosby; Art Tatum.

Evenin’ breezes sighin’, moon is in the sky
Little man, it’s time for bed
Daddy’s little hero is tired and wants to cry
Now, come along and rest your weary head

Little man, you’re cryin’, I know why you’re blue
Someone took your kiddy-car away
You better go to sleep now
Little man, you’ve had a busy day

Johnny won your marbles, tell you what we’ll do
Dad’ll get you new ones right away
Better go to sleep now
Little man, you’ve had a busy day

You’ve been playin’ soldier, the battle has been won
The enemy is out of sight
Come along there soldier, put away your gun
The war is over for tonight

Time to stop your schemin’, time your day was through
Can’t you hear the bugle softly say
Time you should be dreamin’
Little man, you’ve had a busy day

or

I’m dreaming dreams,
I’m scheming schemes, I’m building castles high.
They’re born anew, their days are few,
Just like a sweet butterfly.
And as the daylight is dawning,
They come again in the morning!

I’m forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air,
They fly so high,
Nearly reach the sky,
Then like my dreams
They fade and die.
Fortune’s always hiding,
I’ve looked everywhere,
I’m forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air.
When shadows creep,
When I’m asleep,
To lands of hope I stray!

Then at daybreak,
When I awake,
My bluebird flutters away..
“Happiness, you seem so near me,
Happiness, come forth and cheer me!”

I’m forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air,
They fly so high,
Nearly reach the sky,
Then like my dreams
They fade and die.
Fortune’s always hiding,
I’ve looked everywhere,
I’m forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air.

These are songs she used to sing to my Dad when he was little and I am glad I was able to find the lyrics online. Now, to find a site with the actual SONG on it!

I miss my grandparents. It breaks my heart to think that I am lucky enough, at the age of 38 to still have three grandparents alive, but not be able to see them because they live so far away. So, I’ll have to be satisfied with the songs and the memories, I guess. Pin It

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