I was listening to the Leon & Mary Russell Wedding Album the other day and had to do a replay. Was that “Dilly, Dilly” I was hearing? You betcha’! My first thought was, “This is so much better than the Bud Light commercial.” Though the commercial is rather humorous. Actually, what is humorous is hearing a bunch of middle schoolers saying “Dilly, Dilly!” to each other in between classes. The expression “Dilly, Dilly” is similar to the affirmation “Here, Here”, but it is so much more fun to say. But, I digress. Take a listen.
According to Wikipedia, “Lavender’s Blue” is an English folk song and nursery rhyme dating back to the 17th century. There are many variations and up to thirty verses in some of them. Numerous others have sung versions, such as Burl Ives, Dinah Shore and The Wiggles. I think this one is the best, though.
“We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract. Matter changes hands, atoms flow in and out, molecules pivot, proteins stitch together, mitochondria send out their oxidative dictates; we begin as microscopic swarm, the lungs the brain the heart. Forty weeks later, six trillion cells get crushed in the vise of our mother’s birth canal and we howl. Then the world starts in on us.” -from All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr
I love this description of the beginning of life. Job knew all about life and death. Oh to be like Job; to learn how to accept when the Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Here’s what he had to say: “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, And naked shall I return there. The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; Blessed be the name of the Lord.” – Job 1:21
I realize that I sometimes take the easy way out by quoting others, but sometimes someone else’s words are just a perfect fit for my needs. Even when it’s a fictional character speaking, it was written by a person who more than likely had a similar experience.
“We always think there’s enough time to do things with other people. Time to say things to them. And then something happens and then we stand there holding on to words like “if.”
But we are always optimists when it comes to time: we think there will be time to do things with other people. And time to say things to them.
We fear it (death), yet most of us fear more than anything that it may take someone other than ourselves. For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.” – from A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman
For the past few years I watched as my Mom lost several lifelong friends, which is bound to happen when you hit 80. But, it still doesn’t make it easier. In fact, it probably makes you think about death a little too much. Even though I saw this happening, I didn’t see it coming with Mom. And now, like Ove, I thought there would be more time. There were so many stories I didn’t hear, so many questions I didn’t ask, so much I didn’t say.
“All the same, thought Madame Michaud, you dress and adorn the dead who are destined to rot in the earth. It’s a final homage, a supreme proof of love to those we hold dear.” – Suite Francaise by Irene Nemirovsky
I’ve thought a lot about funerals lately. I guess I can agree with Madame Michaud to a point; funerals can be a proof of love. Or they can be a racket that takes money from vulnerable people without even blinking. I have experienced this in recent months and don’t want my children to go through it. I want a plain wooden casket with no frills. I don’t think it will be necessary to offer refreshments to the mourners, or generic counseling to my kids, or bookmarks, or thank you cards with my obit inscribed on them.
“Still, since you brung it up, I’ll say this: my feeling bout buryin’ ain’t the same as your’n. You remember that.” – Love Simpson, Cold Sassy Tree by Olive Ann Burns
I hope to be buried near the ocean. I would like my funeral message to be preached by a true believer who will tell those in attendance about Christ. And I hope my kids will have a few funny stories to tell about me.
In last week’s Monday Music #11, I introduced you (if you hadn’t heard of them before) to The Dustbowl Revival. I promised to continue down the trail I started, so here goes. This week’s video not only features their song, Never Had to Go, but also one of my all-time favorite actors, Dick Van Dyke, along with his wife. Take a watch/listen!
This next video is of Arlene – watch until the end…
a box or crate used as a makeshift stand by a public speaker
a thing that provides an opportunity for someone to air their views publicly.
I suppose, in a way, my whole blog is my soapbox. Today I will address a racism that still seems to be overlooked by most, and that is the treatment of the Naive Americans in our country. I was taken aback when I read this about L. Frank Baum, the author made famous for writing The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.
Frank Baum called for total extermination of the Indians.
“Why not annihilation? Their glory has fled, their spirit broken, their manhood effaced; better that they die than live the miserable wretches that they are.” – Aberdeen Saturday Pioneer, December 20, 1890
I first read this in Prairie Fires: The American Dreams of Laura Ingalls Wilderby Caroline Fraser. Then I fired up my google skills to double check the information.
In another editorial he said,
“The Pioneer has before declared that our only safety depends upon the total extirmination [sic] of the Indians. Having wronged them for centuries we had better, in order to protect our civilization, follow it up by one more wrong and wipe these untamed and untamable creatures from the face of the earth. In this lies safety for our settlers and the soldiers who are under incompetent commands. Otherwise, we may expect future years to be as full of trouble with the redskins as those have been in the past.
An eastern contemporary, with a grain of wisdom in its wit, says that “when the whites win a fight, it is a victory, and when the Indians win it, it is a massacre.” – Aberdeen Saturday Pioneer, January 3, 1891
In reading further, I found that in 2006, two descendants of Baum apologized to the Sioux nation for any hurt that their ancestor had caused. Well, that was a start.
The mistreatment of minorities in our country is a reproach to the American name. To my shame I know so little of our history in relation to the Indians. But, I’m learning.
I have become quite skilled at chasing rabbits. So, let me take you down this little trail.
After I read Woody Guthrie: A Life by Joe Klein, I looked up Guthrie’s music. I listened to a few songs and watched a few video clips. In the process I stumbled on a song by a group called The Dustbowl Revival. Got Over is a beautiful song that tells a sad story. Take a listen:
I’ll continue this rabbit trail further in my next Monday Music post.