Sometimes I wonder if other families spent their day out like we did. I always enjoyed the way
we spent our Sundays.
My kids, some of them, anyway, would rather spend the day with their friends than
with their family. After they became teenagers that is.
So did we, by then, I guess. When you are very young, you love to be with your mama and daddy,
even brothers and sisters. I don"t have a sister though; only three brothers.
Anyway, we would go for drives. Daddy would just drive along on the country roads. Going
nowhere, but we didn't care, it was fun.
I can't remember seeing any other traffic. I wonder what other families did?
We would drive, stop at a grocery store, pick up baloney, bread and soda pops, then find a shade
tree and have a picnic.
Usually, as we were driving, Daddy and Mama would sing together. I wish I knew the words
now. I remember them as being very good!
Mama, especially. Sorry Daddy. I remember mama singing by herself. I don't think Daddy sang
by himself. He sounded good with mama though.
I could never carry a tune, although I surely tried! A lot!
One of my brothers still remembers the name of the song he heard me trying to sing. He thinks
now it was my favorite. He says it must have been. I was singing it all the time!
I told him no, it was not my favorite. Not now and not then.
It just happened to be
popular at the time, and I was trying to learn to sing. I picked that one because it was easy to remember.
'Mr. Sandman' You can't sing if you don't know the words, can you? I can't.
Whoa! He remembers that song? That was forty, forty-five years ago. It really must have made
an impression on him!
When my kids were little, and we were going somewhere in the car, I would try to sing
like mama used to. Maybe that's why they don't go with us anymore? Well---
My brothers all have musical talent. Guitars. They can carry a tune too. They can sing,
and they get better as the night wears on.