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Sunday, 5 July 2009

Memories

I love the Moon that big bright glowing orb that hangs in our skies in all her glory once a month and its full moon in a couple of days time. I am now supposedly a grown adult, and I still adore the moon, but as a child I was always very aware of the moon in all her glory. I was always fascinated by the shadows that the moon used to cast and the silvery moon beams as they used to reflect off items. Pure magic to a child who flew on magic carpets to Egypt with her father at bedtime, ,saw the sphinx the pyramids and camels roaming under a massive expanse of sky. These were my normal bedtime stories and we couldn't wait for bedtime as my father was a born story teller and kept us entranced. My father encouraged my imagination and gave me a place to go to escape once life got too tough in the big wild world.

To me she, the Moon is magnificent and always has been - sometimes more beautiful than at others especially when you get a proper harvest moon when she seems to develop a golden glow. Note that I use the term "she" for to me it is the female energy I pick up on more than the male.

We often used to go and see my grandparents when I was younger and then come back late at night. The radio would be on, the programme being "Sing Something Simple" and we would as a family have a good sing song on the way home - not that I can sing terribly well but would have a go. They would range from children's rhymes, folk songs to other current popular songs, like Four Wheels on my Wagon, but even now all these years later I still remember them they are a huge hidden part of my life even now. A regular was Aiken Drum (unfortunately I do not know who the author is/was)

Aiken Drum

There was a man lived in the moon,
lived in the moon, lived in the moon,
There was a man lived in the moon,
and his name was Aiken Drum.

And he played upon a ladle,
a ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
and his name was Aiken Drum.

And his hat was made of good cream cheese,
of good cream cheese, of good cream cheese,
And his hat was made of good cream cheese,
and his name was Aiken Drum.

And he played upon a ladle,
a ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
and his name was Aiken Drum.

And his coat was made of good roast beef,
of good roast beef, of good roast beef,
And his coat was made of good roast beef,
and his name was Aiken Drum.

And he played upon a ladle,
a ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
and his name was Aiken Drum.

And his buttons made of penny loaves,
of penny loaves, of penny loaves,
And his buttons made of penny loaves,
and his name was Aiken Drum.

And he played upon a ladle,
a ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
and his name was Aiken Drum.

And his breeches made of haggis bags,
haggis bags, haggis bags,
And his breeches made of haggis bags,
and his name was Aiken Drum.

And he played upon a ladle,
a ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
and his name was Aiken Drum.

Another was

By the Light of the Silvery Moon by Doris Day. I was a big Doris Day fan as a child and I still love her songs.

By the light of the silvery moon
I want to spoon
To my honey I'll croon love's tune
Honey moon, keep a-shinin' in June
Your silv'ry beams will bring love's dreams
We'll be cuddlin' soon
By the silvery moon

Place - park, scene - dark
Silv'ry moon is shining through the trees
Cast - two, me - you
Summer kisses floating on the breeze
Act one, be done
Dialog - where would ya like to spoon?
My cue, with you
Underneath the silv'ry moon

By the light of the silvery moon
I wanna spoon
To my honey I'll croon love's tune
Honey moon, keep a-shinin' in June
Your silv'ry beams will bring love's dreams
We'll be cuddlin' soon by the silvery moon

Act two, Scene - new
Roses blooming all around the place
Cast - three, You - me
Preacher with a solemn-looking face
Choir sings, bell rings
Preacher: You are wed forever more
Act two, all though
Every night the same encore

By the light, not the dark but the light
Of the silvery moon, not the sun but the moon
I wanna spoon, not croon, but spoon
To my honey I'll croon love's tune
Honeymoon, honey moon, honey moon
Keep a-shinin' in June
Your silv'ry beams will bring love's dreams
We'll be cuddlin' soon
By the silvery moon
The silv'ry moon..

I think becuase my father's life revolved around music, the imagination, writing, reading what was called the fine arts, he transferred his passions on to me and to my nephews. My grandfather played the banjo and used to keep us entertained by playing the banjo on wet days and having us sing along with him. My Granddad really could play the banjo and I have never heard anyone play "Duelling banjos" quite like Pop did since. Apparently in his youth he was offered a full time job with a Dance band, but he did not take it up as he had a young family to support. My uncle played the banjo also but wasn't as good as my granddad. Uncle also played the drums. My Dad played violin, piano, church organ and cathederal organ.

Dad had a wale of a time with my nephews - he really enjoyed them.My brother and I were only the warm up act. I don't play any instrument, but my brother played the violin, my nephews both play the flute, so even now we still have these special gifts within the family passed on from one generation to another.

Ah special times that have passed but never forgotten.

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