On our return trip from our little cottage by the sea, we stopped by to visit my Aunt Marianna and cousins, Tom and Bea.
We always, always have a great time when we are visiting them, and always, always end up singing or dancing (this helps explains the youthfulness of my Aunt, I just know it).
Here’s a small video of Aunt M and Mom Dancing (if you have decided to watch this 3-4 second video, when you get to the next screen after clicking on Aunt M and Mom Dancing, just click on the line that says ?attachment_id=6570. I need to get this fixed, but in the meantime….)
We have a selection of songs that I know completely. Every word. (Mr. Moon, Shine on Harvest Moon, Skinamarinky-Dinky-Doo, The Bells are Ringing…you know, the standards).
Our family calls these bathtub songs because Dad would play the ukelele and sing every one of the bathtub songs while we were in the tub. (It’s pretty clear that Dad is not playing in the bathroom in this picture, but did you really think we would be allowed to have a camera in the tub? This happens to be a picture of Dad playing the ukelele to Kendra. Thirty some years ago).
As far as any other song, I know about three words. That’s it. I can usually hum along with the melody and quite often fill in with dum-de-dum-dum lyrics.
My Aunt, on the other hand, seems to know ALL the words to all the songs, so it isn’t hard for her to find some song to accompany whatever it is we are doing at any particular moment.
While we were visiting Aunt Marianna, Mr. H. had a Captain and Coke. (Yes, Mr. H. does have olives in his Captain and Coke. He prefers three olives, but I think someone may have swiped one in this picture. He calls this drink a Captain-nini).
Quite naturally, Aunt Marianna began to sing the Andrews Sisters’ iconic “Rum and Coca Cola”
Because I didn’t remember the words, I used my handy-dandy iPhone to “phone a friend”.
Now that I have your interest, why don’t we all sing this together. For your viewing (and listening) pleasure, I’ve attached the YouTube video to use as accompaniment.
If you are at all like me, you sort of remember this song, and sort of want to sing along. Good news, I have the lyrics. Jump right in. No one is listening. Just belt it out.
When I mentioned the racy lyrics to Aunt Marianna, she got a cute smile on her face and said “oh, honey, we didn’t know what all that that meant”.