. . . From My Short Nap
It's nine in the evening in Hobbs, and the rain storm pushing across New Mexico, maybe snow, too, is now sounding on the roof. My computer news bulletins tell me the folks in upper and mid- Arizona have been hit hard with snow, [nearly FIVE feet in Flagstaff] rain and floods in Phoenix.
Yarntangler Thursday night reported a big storm in Tucson, heavy wind and that the power was going out. Guess it did 'cause she hasn't e-mailed or blogged since. And Chris in Blythe, California, had the same problems, plus a tornado.
Meanwhile in Hobbs, there's been a shooting, not fatal, and on Tuesday just north in the county, a prairie fire burned 6,772 acres as an 80 mile an hour wind drove it toward Texas. (Hobbs is only four miles west of Texas, if you're wondering.)
Fourteen cities and towns sent fire apparatus and 60 firefighters to quell the flames, with help even coming from Artesia and Carlsbad, 80 miles away to the west. It was not the BEST day for those guys.
Now back to my short nap, (about 6 to 9), and a dream I had of early childhood, featuring two of the BEST early family singers, Grandpa Reilly and Gramma Hoye.
Not sure of the song's spelling but the dream opened thisaway:
Toura loura. loura, toura loura lay, hush now baby, don't you cry; toura loura loura lay, that's an Irish lullaby - [rendered in a sweet Irish brogue by Gramma Hoye].
Grandpa Reilly came through with a rendition of "I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen," a favorite Irish tune, while his Scottish wife, Annie, who passed away before I was born, could be heard with the lilting "You Take the High Road and I'll Take the Low Road, and I'll Get to Scotland Afore Ye."
And then I awoke, hearing the awful words "you gotta write a blog, get up!"
So now I'm up, with the Irish and Scottish tunes still in my head and where do I go from here?
With old music in mind I can remember back to childhood to some of the favorite songs my mother used to play on her upright piano in the southeast corner of the upstairs front room of our Pleadwell Street home where I was born.
As age advances upon me, most memory of the words has been blotted out but the title and tune remain fresh. Do any of you have the words for these and can you sing them? Here are a few of the BEST ones I can think of right now:
Down By The Old Mill Stream, Where I First Met You
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
I Love You Truly, Truly Dear, Life With Its Sorrow, Life With Its Tears, Fades Into Morrow, For I Love You Truly, Truly Dear [Golly, those words just came to me!]
Rock of Ages. Amazing Grace. In The Garden.
There's the tune that [he says] taught Forrest Gump GOD's first name "andhe" from "and He walks with me."
Broadway Melody. When The Moon Comes Over The Mountain [Kate Smith sang that one, my mother's favorite siinger].
You Are My Sunshine - everybody knows that one. It's a top favorite of Lady B, who, with me, has a great liking also for Three Coins in the Fountain.
Now it's 9:35 pm and if I can get right back to a good night's sleep, I might remember a few more of the old tunes and their words.
Gramma, sing that lullaby song to me again, Toura loura loura, tou . .
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