The Hokey Pokey




I long for the days of my childhood, where I could spend hours making a house out of leaves, on the front lawn - I had a leaf couch , a leaf table, a leaf bed.

My only worry back then was, am I going to be able to choke down the tuna and peas, in cream sauce, on toast, that sits before me at the dinner table, or will my dad feel compelled to enter us into another, who blinks first contest?

The rules of the contest were, I would be forced to sit at the kitchen table and stare at my food, til it either lept into my gullet, or magically disappeared, or my dad finally gave in- after being bullied by my mother - and let me leave the table.

Sometimes my dad would up the anty and sit a sundae in front of me, to slant the odds in his favor (which should have disqualified him, in my book). It actually was pleasantly distracting, to watch the sundae morph into various stages of deconstruction over time, until it finally resembled something like, well like the cream sauce from my dinner - not so enticing- hah!

As you may have already figured out - I usually won those contests - never under estimate the fortitude of a child faced with peas in cream sauce.

Don't you just love the 70's. Such good clean family fun- peas sauce and hoola hoops - that's what it's all about.

That line reminds me of another 70's favorite -The Hokey Pokey Dance.

"You put your left foot in, you take your left foot out, you put your left foot in and you shake it all about, do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around, that's what it's all about."

That song really was low on the challenge scale wasn't it? Especially, if you compare it to the current wedding favorite - The Macarena Dance.

Songs have definitely changed over time. I remember singing and dancing in my room for hours, to the 45 "I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy." I'm almost embarrassed to admit it - notice I say, almost, what can I tell you, I'm strange and proud of it.

I would march around my room in circles with my hand on my forehead in a salute. "I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy, a Yankee Doodle Do or Die. A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam, born on the Fourth of July." - What the heck was I singing?!?

I forgot that's what the words to that song were. I think you could get a child to sing about anything as long as it had a catchy tune. "I love eating broccoli and spinach, and keeping my room real clean." Someone should put that to a melody.

Maybe that's what's missing in my life? I need more song and dance; maybe if I sang all day, the tough stuff wouldn't seem so tough.

"Get home from work at 11:00pm, get up at 6:00am to take my son to the doctor", "pay bills and grocery shop", "head out the door to work, get beat up by my customer's", "drive home exhausted, collapse into bed, get woken up at 3:00am to let the dog out".

Wow, that really WAS so much better.

Now if I can just get a hoola hoop going, while I sing, I may just be on to something.

Lisa Alex Gray


7 comments:

otin said...

Are you sure that you are not one of my siblings?? The whole dinner thing made me laugh! We got a plate of food and had to eat it, there was no "I don't like this" You either ate it, or sat at the table for a very long time!

♥ Braja said...

Otin's right, we were the same: although I do remember letting the peas roll out my mouth one at a time and never having to eat them again :)))

Jeve (aka John and Steve) said...

I think you have a brilliant idea here and better get a move on publishing that song before someone steals it! I personally feel that everything is better with song and dance.

texastrailerparktrash said...

Creamed tuna on toast used to be my favorite dish until my older brother told me the creamed part was really snot. That was it. Couldn't eat another bite...ever again. *sigh*

Silverwillow said...

Wow...I must be the oddball here. Reading your post brings a strong craving for creamed tuna on toast, one of my childhood favorites. I think I'll make some tomorrow.

Matty said...

I remember my dad making me sit at the table all night long. It was a standoff, so to speak. I refused to eat, and he refused to let me go.

Robin said...

Hi There..I just had to check this out over from Matty's...your blog url...toooo funny I didnt know what to expect....I remember the cream/tuna or chicken on toast with peas...I still make it...and the hula hoop.. what a riot, i never could get that thing down pat...So Hi, Im your newest follower..!