Silly Songs

Today is the day that I stop procrastinating writing this blog. Ok, I started ta dah!
I know better then to say “La tee dah!” That is another story reserved for daddy.
For months I have been thinking about the songs I learned as a child. I confess they come out, but unlike the Disney films they never go back, into the vault. Most of them I learned from my grandparents and a classmate at MHSN named Phyllis, from near Bridgeboro, NJ.
One of the first songs I remember was one Grandpa Whitcher sang about musical instruments. I remember him doing the motions of the trombone. It took a while and some German phonetic spelling but I finally found the music and lyrics to Johnny Schmoker. Just for giggles try looking up Johnny Smoker on Google. Do not let you young child attempt that query. But feel free to let your mind wander down psychedelic paths.
I think it is a grandparent’s duty to teach the grandchildren every nonsense song possible. Gramps taught me PG versions of the Gal from Halifax and “Down went Mc Ginny”….The real name is Mc Ginty and I guess he is still very wet, because I am sure they have not found them yet.
Honey, my paternal grandmother taught first grade. There were times I got to go to school with her. Boy do I remember several songs such as “The Mexican Woodpecker” and “My little red wagon”.
Tessie, my maternal grandmother did not sing, but I leaned how to make Spanish cream and talk to green lights. “Thank you Mr. Green light for staying green” etc. Do no knock it, it works.
One source I forgot to credit was MAD magazine. Every year before our annual pilgrimage to what ever location, my older brother, Rob would buy an issue. The songs inside were terrific. We sang them for hundreds of miles. Some of the most memorable were Hello Deli, sung to the tune of Hello Dolly, Bad Bad Matches, sung to Frère Jacque, and “Iodine” sung to the tune of “Oh My Darling, Clementine.
My last source is probably the most memorable When I arrived at Methodist Hospital School of Nursing in September 1972, (DO NOT COUNT THE YEARS), I met Phyllis. Phil was from Delran NJ, I lived in Bridgeton when I was a wee lass. These towns were separated by route, pronounced root, 130. I have to credit many silly songs about fords, syphilis test results, the rooster song and best of all the “Why don’t they sing about Jersey?” song.
Someday, when I grow up, if you are good, I will teach these song to your children. Okay just because I love you I will print some of these lyrics. I think I will not violate the copyright laws because I have credited them above.

WHY DON'T THEY TALK ABOUT JERSEY?
Why don’t they talk about Jersey where the sun shines all the time?
They talk about girls from Georgia and the girls from Caroline.
Well the girls from Georgia are peaches and the girls from Carolina are fine.
Why don’t they talk about Jersey where the big fat tomatoes grow…ta da da da da
WHERE THE BIG FAT TOMATOES GROW!

Mad magazine…From this Valley (sung to the tune of Red River Valley.
From this valley they say you are leaving.
They are building a freeway they say.
It will cut by you home and will just leave,
your split ranch which is 12 feet away.

Do not play with the funny explosives
Do not play with those dynamite caps.
Otherwise you will find like the freeways.
You’ll be spread out all over the maps.

Thank you Pat for this message

WHAT HAPPENS IN HEAVEN WHEN WE PRAY?




I dreamed that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels. My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, 'This is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received.

I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world.

Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.

The angel then said to me, "This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them." I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth.

Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing. "This is the Acknowledgment Section, my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed." How is it that there is no work going on here? ' I asked.

"So sad," the angel sighed. "After people receive the blessings that they asked for, very few send back acknowledgments"

"How does one acknowledge God's blessings? " I asked..

"Simple," the angel answered. Just say, "Thank you, Lord. "

"What blessings should they acknowledge?" I asked.

"If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of this world. If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy. "

"And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity."

"If you woke up this morning with more health than illness .. You are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day. "

"If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ... You are ahead of 700 million people in the world."

"If you can attend a church without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people in the world."

"If your parents are still alive and still married ...you are very rare."

"If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you're unique to all those in doubt and despair......."

Ok, what now? How can I start?

If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you as very special and you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.

Have a good day, count your blessings, and if you care to, pass this along to remind everyone else how blessed we all are

ATTN: Acknowledge Dept.
"Thank you Lord, for giving me the ability to share this message and for giving me so many wonderful people with whom to share it. "

If you have read this far, and are thankful for all that you have been blessed with, how can you not send it on ????

I thank God for everything, especially my family and friends!!!