Archive for January, 2009

  • And, so it goes

    Sometimes the supporting cast changes when you least expect it. Rest in peace Mrs. Jackson. This afternoon, our thoughts are with Steve, Mary and the rest of your family.

  • Sing along

    When I think about my life, it seems to play back as a long-running, ensemble television show. While the series features a small number of leading characters, each season sees an evolution of the supporting roles, themes depth of the overall story line, and occasionally the leading roles. have evolved to keep the story interesting.

    Each season has a unique theme and each episode a new plot with distinct beginning, middle and end. And it’s all tied together the the soundtrack of my life.

    Music, words and pictures — that’s how I remember my life. And it seems that at this particular time in my life, “Hey Jimmy Joe John Jim Jack” by The Limelighters was my theme song.

    Not familiar with the song? I don’t really blame you, but just in case you’re in the mood, here are the words so you can sing along with me at age 6.

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    Hey Jimmy Joe John Jim Jack
    (Livingston & Evans)

    There once was a tiger, tiny little tiger
    Playing with his tiger toys
    But his nursemaid made him so afraid
    He didn’t dare make a noise.
    What happened to the tiger, tiny little tiger
    Who never learned to roar
    He’s just a mat, stretched out flat
    On somebody’s bedroom floor.

    What we’re saying is:
    Hey Jimmy Joe John Jim Jack
    Even little tigers lose their knack
    When somebody twice their size
    Can’t see the world through children’s eyes

    There once was a beagle, happy little beagle
    Following his tail around
    But his mother said “”Go straight to bed,
    And don’t make a single sound”"
    What happened to the beagle, happy little beagle
    Who never learned to bay -
    Some burglars came, and to his shame
    He turned tail and ran away

    What we’re saying is:
    Hey Jimmy Joe John Jim Jack
    Even little tigers lose their knack
    When somebody twice their size
    Can’t see the world through children’s eyes

    There once was a bunny, fluffy little bunny
    Through the piney woods he’d roam
    But his father cried “”Come back inside
    A bunny belongs at home.”"
    What happened to the bunny, fluffy little bunny
    Who never learned to hop
    Because the bunny couldn’t hop
    He hangs in the butcher shop

    What we’re saying is:
    Hey Jimmy Joe John Jim Jack
    Even little bunnies lose their knack
    When somebody twice their size
    Can’t see the world through children’s eyes

    Don’t do this, don’t do that,
    You might as well be a statue
    That’s how children lose their spark
    But if grownups would take part in
    Things that children have their heart in,
    We’d never end up hiding in the dark.

    What we’re saying is:
    Hey Jimmy Joe John Jim Jack
    Even little tigers lose their knack
    When somebody twice their size
    Can’t see the world through children’s eyes

    Copyright Livingston and Evans

  • Another box

    This has been a bad week. Early Wednesday morning, I woke up sick and spent the rest of the day in bed. My recovery was relatively fast and I was able to make it to work Thursday only to find another box of mystery tapes and films from my mother sitting on my desk. After a very long two days of catching up, and bad news around every corner, I finally got to load the first reel on the tape deck tonight. After some fooling around with tape speeds and directions, I was finally able to make out the voices of two kids actng goofy, singing silly songs and generally having great time irritating the adults present in the background.

    The two kids on the tape are my brother and me, almost forty years ago. There’s a lot of cross-over and background noise to work on, but I am pretty sure the recordings can be reasonably restored.

    There are several other tapes and two additional 8mm films in the box, but I have a feeling I will be working on this one for awhile.

    Thanks, Mom. Suddenly, the week doesn’t seem so bad.