One of my favorite memories of my grandpa is walking next to him. He would take my sister and me to the park to play. On top of his head was a hat. Not a baseball cap or a knit hat, mind you. Grandpa always wore his fedora when we went outside. As we walked along, he would whistle a tune. Every once in a while, he would sing the words.
Sometimes we would walk to the little grocery store in town with Grandpa. Quite often, we would sweet-talk him into buying us a small cheap, plastic toy.
My, oh my, what a beautiful day!
|Four generations. I’m the baby, held by my mother.|
My daughter, Lily, came home from preschool one day, singing that song. I was instantly transported back to my childhood and memories of Grandpa filled my head.
Plenty of sunshine, headed my way
Now that I teach preschool, I sing this song with my class on sunny days as part of our weather routine.
I’m always hoping for the sun to come out, just so I can sing this song and remember Grandpa!
|Four generations; Lily is the baby in my lap.|
What song brings you back to your childhood?