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