Monday, September 17, 2007 @ 12:35 am
Goodnight, Sleep tight…
My great grandparents house had this little room off of the living room where they stored albums and photo albums and things like that. It was a small little alcove type room that was big enough for the kids to pile in when we were toddlers. We would hide in that room and I don’t know what we did in there…but it smelled a bit like - old books and my grandfather’s vicks vapor rub stuff that he’d put under his nose to clear his sinus’. I remember the old songs they would use to play and my Grandfather would make a game of singing the lyrics to us - then stopping sort of like a salt and pepper caucasian version of Wayne Brady - I guess - and ask us to complete the song. I was the best - and at age 10 I won many a icecream trophy which I consumed with heavy amounts of caramel sauce on my grandfather’s knee.
Do you know the way to San Jose, I never promised you a rose garden, Bicycle Built for two, How much is that puppy in the window, Sweet Caroline, Country Roads, Sounds of Silence, If I had a Hammer - all were in my library I kept locked up tight in my brain. I couldn’t tell you today what the hell a square root is - but I can sing for you (in a lovely soprano/alto voice, mind you) the entire lyrics to Sounds of Silence. I have always loved a good melody.
Ever since I was little itty bitty little - I have been sung to sleep by my parents with the same song - and woke up with the same song. When we went to sleep it was:
Good night, sleep tight and pleasant dreams to you
Here’s a wish and prayer that every dream comes true
And though it’s always sweet sorrow to part
I know you’ll always remain in my heart
Good night, sleep tight and pleasant dreams to you
Here’s a wish and a prayer that every dream comes true
And now ’til we meet again
Adios, au revior, auf weidersehen…..Good Night!
When we woke up?
Good mornin’, good mornin’!
We’ve danced the whole night through,
good mornin’, good mornin’ to you.
Good mornin’, good mornin’!
It’s great to stay up late,
good mornin’, good mornin’ to you.
When the band began to play
the sun was shinin’ bright.
Now the milkman’s on his way,
it’s too late to say goodnight.
So, good mornin’, good mornin’!
Sunbeams will soon smile through,
good mornin’, my darlin’, to you.
I don’t know why I wanted to share that little bit of information… it just seemed like a good idea at the time (lol). Rolf will explain that hearing me sing really doesn’t have it’s advantages - but I’m a sucker for a good singing voice - and some walks down memory lane with some well rehearsed lyrics.
It is rather late, though. I stayed up a bit later this evening because I took a nap earlier on. It was busy right before church (again!) and then I logged off and did some math homework - took a nap - and came back (off and on tonight - sorry the Emmy’s were on!!) to do a few calls with some great new callers and some sweet dear old friends (not that they were OLD - just that I’ve been friends with them for awhile old.) It was a great weekend - but tomorrow school starts again. After my nap in the afternoon I’ll log on. May be a bit earlier - may be late - can’t really tell until I log on, you know? But hopefully I’ll get the chance to speak with whoever I didn’t get a chance to speak with earlier.
Goodnight. Sleep tight. Pleasant dreams. 
**blowing bubbles**
Comment by tiffy
September 18, 2007 @ 5:06 am
“… with heavy amounts of caramel sauce on my grandfather’s knee.”
::Tiffy flicks through a series of emotions like a TV with a bad channel lock, from awkwardness to joy, finally settling on confusion.::
So you wouldn’t slide off? That’s why coated his knee? He was that bony?
My parents use to sing me to sleep too! I could never make out the song though, because the pillow they were pressing over my face muffled the tune. I went out like a light let me tell ya!