Songs

Someone recently posted something on Facebook that really made me think about my childhood: the words to the Davy Crockett song. You know the one - "Born on a mountaintop in Tennessee..." etc. Those of us who grew up in the 50s and 60s remember hearing that song every time we got to watch an episode of the Davy Crockett Hour. We wore coonskin hats and fringed jackets and we all loved Davey Crockett!

That memory sent me off on a nostalgia path as I went through a whole medley of tunes in my head, starting with "M - I - C (see you real soon) K - E - Y (why, because we like you!)" and ending with something nobody else probably remembers. My brother had a record of children's songs. (remember how thick those records were in the 1950s?) and one of them was about a little boy who painted his wagon. The chorus went like this: " Bessie, Bessie, I'm a little messie, I painted my little red wagon green! I had no brush so I used my hands - I'm the messiest Mess you've ever seen!" Not only can I remember the words, I can still hear the voice on that record singing it.

It never ceases to amaze me how vivid out childhood memories can be! And how they can instantly transport us back to a time and place in our past as though it were yesterday. It's one of the things I love most about music.