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Day #29 of the 30 Day Song Challenge
Sep. 1st, 2020 09:08 pmIt's Day #29 of the 30 Day Song Challenge - a song you remember from your childhood. (As opposed to one from your pre-teen years? Honestly, maybe it's just me but some of these feel like repeats. Also, since my childhood was basically the 1970s, it also fits a song from the 70s..)
I don't tend to remember the titles of most songs I listen to or the artists - unless they hit an emotional memory or historical note, then yes, I remember them.
I had a music box as a child that played this SONG. I think I got it from one of my Aunts, most likely Aunt K. It was a small music box with a Degas painting of a ballerina on the front, gold trim and legs, and when you opened it, a little ballerina would dance to the song linked above and below. I had that music box until I was in my twenties. I think it finally fell apart. I'd put little earrings in it.
( video of the song - 1970s )
A note on the song and the musicians, they aren't known as well now. ( from wikipedia - a note on the musicians/writers of the song )
But as a child, I had all their albums. I listened to them endlessly on the radio. As did my friends. I think we were all 6-9 years of age at the time.
My Aunts loved them as well - my Aunts or father's youngest sisters (he only had three sisters) - were all about 12-15 years older than I was. They were teenagers when I was a child, and babysat us frequently. I was closest to my Aunt K.
We were small and hopeful back then. Like the song.
Now, I'm big and cynical...and scared...and hope...sigh, hope feels like a light at the end of a very very long tunnel sometimes. So this song, you see, holds a special place in my heart.
I don't tend to remember the titles of most songs I listen to or the artists - unless they hit an emotional memory or historical note, then yes, I remember them.
I had a music box as a child that played this SONG. I think I got it from one of my Aunts, most likely Aunt K. It was a small music box with a Degas painting of a ballerina on the front, gold trim and legs, and when you opened it, a little ballerina would dance to the song linked above and below. I had that music box until I was in my twenties. I think it finally fell apart. I'd put little earrings in it.
( video of the song - 1970s )
A note on the song and the musicians, they aren't known as well now. ( from wikipedia - a note on the musicians/writers of the song )
But as a child, I had all their albums. I listened to them endlessly on the radio. As did my friends. I think we were all 6-9 years of age at the time.
My Aunts loved them as well - my Aunts or father's youngest sisters (he only had three sisters) - were all about 12-15 years older than I was. They were teenagers when I was a child, and babysat us frequently. I was closest to my Aunt K.
We were small and hopeful back then. Like the song.
Now, I'm big and cynical...and scared...and hope...sigh, hope feels like a light at the end of a very very long tunnel sometimes. So this song, you see, holds a special place in my heart.