(train depot in Morrilton, Arkansas)
When my granddaughter was quite young, doing some walking and definitely some talking, she loved for me to make up songs about her. She wanted to learn them, every word of them.
One day in Little Rock her folks were checking out an antique shop in the old train depot. She got restless, so we went outside and sat on a bench, hoping to see a train come by. To pass the time, I made up a song for her, which she loved. She would watch my face intently as I sang to her. When I was finished she would say "Again" which she produced with the initial sound.
A few days later I was in the car with her and her folks and we stopped at a railroad track. She asked me to sing. So I did her train song. It wasn't long until she had it down pat. She was pleased, though her parents were not prone to thank me for this attribute. For a very long time she would sing it anytime they were in the car and stopped at a track, over and over until the train was gone and they were again on their merry way. I thought I'd share the song with you.
Sitting on a bench by the railroad track
Waiting for a train to go clickety clack
When that train comes whistling by
S________ M____ is going to say bye-bye.
Bye-bye train, when you come by
S________ M____ is going to say bye-bye.
I miss those days of creating simple songs for her enjoyment.
Do you have a grandchild event to share? I'd love to hear about it.
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