Sunday, July 13, 2008

Childhood Revisted (2)



I had one of those moments tonight.


Trying to coax Itty Bit into singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star

(his version is something like:

"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
grandma Tristan mama are
uppa uppa McQueen Mater high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
grandma Tristan mama are")




Daddy started in with

"I love you
A bushel and a peck

A bushel and a peck
and a hug around the neck
A hug around the neck
and a barrel and a heap
A barrel and a heap
and I'm talkin' in my sleep
about you"


 
I grinned and told my mom that it was on Itty Bit's Veggie Tales cd.

She said, "Oh no honey, that song isn't a Veggie Tales song, it's a really old one. Your great-grandma Don used to sing it to you. You were two years old and she'd say 'I love you a bushel and a peck' - you'd run and grab her around the neck and say 'an-a-hug-arounna-neck'"


I just looked at her in amazement.


I don't remember it. And I feel slightly cheated. It was back when I could hear, and my great-grandmother - who could be a hard and distant woman - sang this sweet tune to me.


I felt loved. From three generations ago. It is hard to explain.

I've always had a special bond with my great-grandmother (whose name is not Don, but she was dubbed that by a grandchild 50+ years ago and it stuck).

For some unknown reason, she chose to dote on me and treat me more kindly than others. She had quality time to give, and lots of it. I learned Rummy and Scrabble under her tutelage, and that 14 cups of lemon tea help you stay awake till the Big Apple drops, but you aren't going to feel well by then.


She fought cancer for most of her adult life and stubbornly came out on top. I lost her a few years ago and still felt amazingly privileged that I was 26 years old with 5 generations of my family living.
She showed me that life is all about change. Even at the very end of a long life, you can choose to change and you can choose something better.

There was something God-sent about that song tonight. It felt much like a hug around the neck...

2 comments:

Laura McIntyre said...

Such a sweet story, you sound like you have a wonderful family

Lindie said...

Very sweet post - thanks for sharing it. And how lucky you are to have had your grandmother in your life. She sounds like an amazing woman.