Taking a walk down memory lane today. Music.
I am reminded of watching my mother do a few
dance steps in our kitchen when a particular song
came on the radio. She taught me some of
the Charleston when Dixieland jazz played.
During our teen years, my sisters and I went
through song and dance phases. We played
songs over and over and over. As teens do.
My father would sing along while my mother
played the piano. They met at a college dance.
The rest is history. Music played a large role in my
life. Piano lessons. Later, church organist.
My parents made us laugh when they sang funny
lyrics and danced. A Bushel and a Peck or Flat Foot Floogie.
Old fashioned and out of step with the times. I
Have always appreciated good music and rhythms.
It was the meaning behind the lyrics I did not
always know. When I learned the backstory of
many songs, they no longer held the same meaning
to me. When I showed my parents the “Twist,”
my father said I could cause some damage to
my back. More like my knees. Same dance
floor in our kitchen! As I researched songs
today, I realized it was more about the music.
The lyrics are pretty funny too: “I love you,
a bushel and a peck….” Bushel and peck were dry measures
and techniques for rhyming words. The nonsense
lines “A doodle, oodle, ooh, doo” matched the music.
When my father visited, he taught his grandchildren
how to dance and sing the Flat Foot Floogie as we
filmed their attempts, all the while full of giggles.
Besides hugs and kisses, our two children wanted
to know how much we loved them. A bushel and a
peck. My response was often sung as I danced
just as I had learned. A bushel and a
peck of love. On and on for generations!