When we go to White Oak, Honna brings the music along. We listen to Kingston Trio, New Christy Minstrels, Smothers Brothers -- you know, stuff from our era. Turbo just kind of puts up with it, asking a question or two on occasion. The first time she heard about Billy Joe McAllister, et al., it led to her doing research and preparing a unit on the ballad for one of the English classes she teaches.
Anyway, always one of the songs gets into my head and stays with me for a few days upon my return to the real world. Many times I hum "It takes a worried man, to sing a worried song," and after other trips "through the open window, she hands Charlie a nickel," you get the idea. This time around, for no particular reason, it's the Chad Mitchell Trio's greatest hit, "Lizzie Borden."
Song has nothing to do with the churn dash baby quilt I spent a lot of time on. I had to take apart half of the blocks and remake them. And then decided they needed lattice. And cornerstones. And it has turned out to be a quilt that I like very much. I hope the young mother-to-be does, too.
And now, please, enjoy having the song stuck in your head. You know, you can't chop your papa up in Massachusetts. Massachusetts is a far cry from New York.