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My Dad sent me this little gem in response to a discussion we were having on gas prices. He remembered complaining in 1971 about higher gas costs in AZ and CO. We were living on the (now defunct) Marine Corps Air Station El Toro, near Santa Ana, CA. I would have been 5 years old and my younger brother would have been 2. The interstates were just starting to be built back then so most of this would have been on Rt 66 going and Rt. 40 coming back. I can actually remember the engine overheating in the desert in AZ. VW's had air cooled engines then. So we had to stop and let the engine cool down. We just pulled off the side of the road and Mom made us all cheese sandwiches. Just bread and cheese. I remember it was really good because the cheese was cold coming out of the cooler and it was so hot in AZ. We had lemonade too. What memories!

It was one of the first trips where Dad taught us these songs to sing while traveling. They were the kind of songs where you build off a starting theme and each verse repeats all the stuff from before. I still sing them somtimes.

One was "There's a hole in the bottom of the sea,
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea,
There's a hole, There's a hole, There's a hole, There's a hole,
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea.

There's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea,
There's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea,
There's a log, there's a log, there's a log, there's a log,
There's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea."

And so on verse after verse making it up as you go along. Sort of a game which ends when people mess up the order of the objects.

Similar to this was, "There's a hole in the ground and the green grass grows all, all around and the green grass grows all around.

Now in this hole (and everyone else echoes - Now in this hole)
There was a little dirt (there was a little dirt)
The cutest little dirt (the cutest little dirt)
That you ever did see (that you ever did see)
(all sing) And the dirt was in the hole and the hole was in the ground and the green grass grows all around all around and the green grass grows all around."

And on and on. By the time I was 10 and Joe was 7 we were singing about microbes on the dust on the hair on the feather on the bird on the nest on the branch on the tree on the root in the dirt in th hole in the ground.

Later Joe and I performed in lovely 2 part harmony with "Down on the Olde Mill Stream" We still do this sometimes when we are together. Deb on the other hand rolls her eyes when I start singing the car songs.




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Aug. 27th, 2008 07:50 am (UTC)
wow what an awesome little bit he sent there! How sad that he spent less than 2 tanks of gas would cost you now and made it all those miles
Aug. 27th, 2008 12:31 pm (UTC)
Yeah but at the time his salary from the Marine Corps was probably like $800 a month so in the end it evens out. I make more now than my Dad ever did in 30 years in the Marine Corps. Still it's high now to me because it was less than a dollar for so many years.

Aug. 27th, 2008 07:13 pm (UTC)
This is true too.

Hey I was thinking about you while driving today. I have been seeing Butterflies EVERYWHERE I look. Floating past me heading at my car and ducking away just in time. Didn't you make a post a while back about if a critter seems to stand out and make it's self known to you? I am trying to figure out that these butterflies have to tell me!
Aug. 28th, 2008 03:22 am (UTC)
Well Butterfly medicine is about one or all of the following:

*Power of the Whirlwind
* Reincarnation
* Transformation
* Transmutation
* Magick

Any of those ring a bell with your life lately?

Aug. 28th, 2008 03:39 am (UTC)
Other than Daniel killing himself last week not really so maybe that is it
Aug. 28th, 2008 03:44 am (UTC)
Meanings are sometime figurative... the Power of the Whirlwind may refer to things swirling around you and your power to Transform them into something good for yourself.

Aug. 27th, 2008 12:59 pm (UTC)
I fail to see how eye rolling will save Deb from having something so annoyingly charming stuck in her head for the next month. Reading it was bad enough...

Gas prices... UGH!!!
Aug. 27th, 2008 02:55 pm (UTC)
You know I'm going to sing each one in it's entirety for your kids so they can bug you with it right?

Aug. 27th, 2008 03:02 pm (UTC)
They know all the words to 'American Pie' and can be distracted by it at a moments notice. And I am a fearsome and terrible creature they don't like to cross.

Or we will gang up on you until you monkey laugh.

Aug. 27th, 2008 01:02 pm (UTC)
DAMN! I wish I could do all of that traveling for less than $24 in gas! lol
Aug. 27th, 2008 02:56 pm (UTC)
Me too but his salary was a lot less then too. something like $800 a month so in the end it evens out.

Aug. 27th, 2008 01:49 pm (UTC)
Ahhh... we used to sing that hole in the ground song, too. :3

Kids today with their DVD players in the backseat don't know the meaning of 'road trip', haha.
Aug. 27th, 2008 02:57 pm (UTC)
I'd never let my kids have a backseat DVD if I had kids. It's a lot more exciting to look out the window.

Aug. 28th, 2008 12:46 am (UTC)
Ah, road trip songs. That's where I learned my abiding and ever-burning hatred for the Carpenters.

We used to sing old New Christy Minstrels songs. "The cat came back" was always a favorite. Mostly we made up our own songs. My sisters sing weird little songs they make up to their kids. I sing mine to the cat.

Older Sister and I also used to play Announce The Status of the Yellow Line. This must be played in the back seat looking out the back window. The person on the left takes the left line, the right person takes the right hand line. You are now ready to Announce: "Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine dot dot dot dot dot dot liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine..."
I'm surprised our parents didn't kill us. Oldest Sister certainly wanted to.
Aug. 28th, 2008 03:31 am (UTC)
In that squareback VW, we had an 8 track player and when not singing, we listened to the Carpenters...Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. And Bob Dylan and Peter, Paul and Mary. This from a father who denounces everyone from the 60's as damn hippies. I'm quite sure the folks would frown on Deb and my favorite game of "Name That Roadkill". Joe and I now play, "Name that White Trash Icon" when we travel in NC.

Aug. 28th, 2008 11:38 am (UTC)
"Name that White Trash Icon"
I must have the rules to this game.
Aug. 28th, 2008 12:34 pm (UTC)
We always start at Raleigh but you can start anywhere. We either take Rt 70 down to Morehead City or go all the way out on I-40 to Warsaw or so and take Rt 24 down. Anyway, you each take a side of the road and at the starting point, you each name a White Trash Icon you think you will see the most of on your side of the road. Joe likes to take home hair salons. I often take strip clubs housed in trailers though mobile home sales is a good one too. Then as you travel, you call them out when you see them on your side of the road. Seeing one of your oponent's icons if they don't gets a point. Every icon of yours that you do see gets 2 points. Game ends when you get to your destination.

Aug. 28th, 2008 02:04 pm (UTC)
This all sounds like so much fun LOL. The only trips where we actually sang songs were on school trips. My dad wasn't a big road trip person and when we did, he wasn't a sing songy person on the road. Whatever game we came up with in the backseat, we had to "keep it down." Needless to say, I LOVED school trips!
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