Sounds like a communist plot to me. Where's the hammer to go with
the sickle? I don't recall that song at all; and my mind is sharp as a tack (another stupid expression).
Could be that we sang that song when we were just mind-numbed robots back
in those younger days. I grow old; I wear my trousers rolled. T S Elliot lives per his J Alfred Prufrock poem. Do I dare to eat a peach?
Another wasted day gone by,
Mr. Douglas, Pilgrim in Waiting
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--- In dalton59@..., patricia lee <pjlee1117@...> wrote:
in case this is just a family memory you can google it and listen to the
music.....
I somehow remember in grade school learning it....................? what say
YOU?
SWING THE SHINING SICKLE
(Alice Riley & Jessie Gaynor)
Swing the shining sickle,
Cut the ripened grain,
Flash it in the sunlight,
Swing it once again.
Tie the golden grain heads
Into shining sheaves,
Beautiful their color.
As the autumn leaves.
Pick the rosy apples,
Pack away with care,
Gather in the corn ears,
Gleaming everywhere.
Now the fruits are gathered,
All the grains are in,
Nuts are in the attic,
Corn is in the bin.
Lowdly blows the north wind,
Through the shiv'ring trees,
Bare are all the branches,
Fallen all the leaves.
Gathered is the harvest
For another year,
Now our day of gladness,
Thanksgiving Day is here.
Words Alice C. D. Riley, Misic Jessie L. Gaynor. From "Music Far and Near,"
Music for Living Book Four, James L. Mursell et al., Silver Burdett Co.,
1962, p. 161 with music.
On Sat, Nov 21, 2009 at 2:20 PM, jhdouglas59 <jhdouglas59@...> wrote:
OK. So who can name 5 Thanksgiving songs we used to sing in school?
I can only think of Over the River and Thru the Woods to Grandmother's
House We Go. The horse was lean and dank and swaybacked to carry the
sleigh and away we go. The horse knew the way to get lost and dump the kids
into the snow so he could stop and take a break. I think the horse was named
Stormy or maybe Mr. Ed. What horse in his right mind
would agree to truck a bunch of obnoxious kids to Grandma's house anyways?
I don't recall ever taking a sleigh anywhere, let alone my Grandma's
house. Come to think of it, I didn't have any live Grandma's house
to go to since both of my Grandmas were long perished before I arrived
on the scene back in 1941. I imagine Grandma really would not have
looked forward to a bunch of screaming kids invading her space on T-Day.
After slinging hash in her dim-lighted crackerbox kitchen, the last
thing she needed was for a herd of crumbcrunchers to just mosey on in
to say "Happy Thanksgiving"!!!!
So where are you celebrating Thanksgiving this year?
We normally (if that's the right word choice) have our children and
their offspring at our home so I can cook the turkey on my Weber
charcoal grill. This year, to be different, our brood has arranged
for us to go primieval and celebrate T-Day at Inks Lake State Park in
Burnet, Tx. We do get to stay in a cabin with no heat and probably
no windows to shelter us from the bitter cold. At least the cabins
feature air conditioning which is a plus in the summer months.
To continue the tradition, I am taking my Weber charcoal grill to Ink
Lakes State Park so I can possibly overcook the turkey and then use
a chainsaw to carve the bird. Better that than a pink turkey which
refuses to cook no matter how long you cook that bird. I have memories
of one year that we bought a turkey and it never did get done. I hope
that wasn't one of those 40 cents a pound turkeys like I bought this year.
I'll keep you posted about the outcome after the fact.
What are your plans for this year?
Just in case anyone is remotely interested.
May your mincemeat and ground cherry pies be outstanding this year.
Personally I prefer pumpkin pies and pecan pies.
Hoping that everyone has a relatively ok mundane T-Day,
Mr. Douglas--Pilgrim Extraordinaire
