Songs of Childhood

                        Charles Curran, Songs of Childhood

My beloved Latin teacher introduced me to Charles Curran several years ago.  I can relate to the little girl leaning on the piano.  She’s getting a happy earful, don’t you think?  Likewise, I used to drape myself over the side of an upright piano and listen to my piano mentor, Audrey St. Marie.  Whenever she played and I was in the room I just had to be as close to the piano as possible.  But I had to be able to see her hands on the keys. 

Songs are as potent as smells in evoking childhood memories.  There have been times when my sister was visiting and we broke into a camp song we hadn’t sung in twenty years much to my husband’s astonishment.  At my in-law’s 50th anniversary party, just for fun, my husband and his sister sang “Haggalina Baggalina,” a song they sang repeatedly as children on cross-country car trips.

What songs do you remember from your childhood? 

6 thoughts on “Songs of Childhood

  1. Lovely. Carol, you’ve mentioned your Latin teacher several times. I’m envious. I would love to have a Latin teacher. Going it by myself is difficult. And it often gets neglected for long periods of time.My huge request: would you write a blog post about her Latin pursuits and your teacher. I think this would be quite interesting. Almost as good as being a fly on the wall during your Latin lesson!Janie

  2. Very fond memories of my Latin teacher(s), the class, fellow students, conventions, et cetera.  I cant say enough good things about the studying of Latin.
    Still pondering which songs….

  3. Me again. I just reread my post above and guess my mind-finger connection is fried! My mind meant for my fingers to type: Would you write a blog post about YOUR Latin pursuits and your teacher? I really should proofread my stuff. 🙂

  4. My paternal grandmother singing “Million Dollar Baby” and “On the Good Ship Lollipop”. I know there were more, but I’d have to check with my brother and cousin to see what they remember.My paternal grandfather singing the same, plus “Zippety Doo-Dah”. He was also a big fan of Marty Robbins and I remember his big reel-to-reel tape player singing away while he worked in the garage or in the basement (he was a gifted carpenter). (“Down in the west Texas town of El Paso” and “Water… cool… clear… water… water… water – my dh is also a MR fan and we’ve got these songs on CD.)My maternal grandfather was a pianist and for years was part of a big band trio that played for local events and in local clubs (before my time). I don’t remember specific songs other than Christmas carols, but I do remember how fascinated I was watching him play their baby grand.I remember “Frére Jacques” and my utter amazement when I first heard it in English. Oh, and “Alouette” – still haven’t heard that one in English and, after learning enough French to understand it, I don’t think I want to.Thanks for the trip down Memory Lane, Carol.LynneThe Sweetbriar Patch

  5. My mom had a song from her childhood that always drove me to tears, it was that sad. It was called ‘Nobody’s Darlin’ but Mine’….’Promise me that you will never Be nobody’s darlin’ but mine’ was the chorus. I remember standing by her side while she did the dishes and crying, and yet wanting it again. Not that my mom was a poor singer, I was just struck by the sadness of the lyrics.
    So when I was a mommy, I had a child that wept bitter tears and still does to this day, at the ripe old age of 18, when I sing, ‘When It’s Springtime in the Rockies’. Not the song that made me weep, but my dad’s ‘song to push a girl in a swing song’. It is a happy song about reunions…

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