Blog 1958 – 02.03.2021
Old MacDonald had a farm
Old MacDonald had a farm
Today, I offer a short but familiar finger puppet version of a book about a farmer with a host of animals on his farm, E, I, E, I, O, as the song goes. Where is ole Crazy Dave intending to go with this one?
In this age of Snap Chat, Twitter, and ever shorter texts everything is being reduced to anagrams i.e. OMG, Oh My God, and TTFN, Ta Ta For Now. I do not like anagrams on the whole but the last one is a particular favorite of mine for TT and Ta Ta have a special place in my heart. That was a little tit-man joke. I really do not care for anagrams for I feel that anything worth saying, typing, or singing should be as clear and unmistakable as possible. Words with their several meaning are tricky enough without abbreviating them till one needs a dictionary of anagrams and a Little Orphan Annie decoder ring to figure out what someone is trying to say. I mean really what does LOL really mean – Laugh Out Loud, Lots Of Luck, or Leave Your Lover? To the last one Paul Simon claims to know fifty ways though he names but a few in his once hit song i.e. “Hop on the bus, Gus. No need to discuss much. Just drop off the key, Lee, and get yourself free.”
I do not suggest breaking up in a text or note and never with anagrams. Every ending life and relationship deserves a well thought out epitaph and not just a few words carved in a tomb stone. I believe like a favorite line from a country song says so well, “That if love never lasts forever, tell me what’s forever for?” But, the sad truth is that people do die and even long lasting relationships end in at least a “see you later” if not an “I’ll be glad when you’re gone, you rascal you.”
Each and all those wonderful farm animals on Old MacDonalds farm that we sang about as children have gone. MacDonald and his wife have passed. They left the farm to their children who sold it to developers who cut it up into lots for a housing development, an industrial park, or a retail strip center. Malls like long love letters are for the most part a thing of the past.
My dear departed daughter Emily recorded several mixed CD’s for me in the last years of her life. She loved music, she loved people, and I was one of those lucky one who got to know her. She knew that as a boy I was a Beatle fan, especially a Paul McCartney fan, so as a teen she recorded a cover of his famous love song, Yesterday, for me. On one of the last mixed CD’s that she made and sent me she included a Paul McCartney and the Wings song that after several minutes of mostly rock out band music concludes with the most words strung together in the entire song, “ And in the end, the love we take, is equal to the love we make.”
Use your words, they are powerful, not just for stories to tell, but for weaving any long lasting love spell.
Your friend and fellow traveler,