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I shared a couple of amazing animals on Facebook and here yesterday. I loved them so much, and the response from all of you, SO MUCH, that I continued researching. So here is an amazing YouTube. Amazing first in information, and — How does he talk so fast?
Introducing Marvelous Monday
Another truism.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โa song from your childhood.โ Think of a song from your childhood and just write. Have fun!
It just so happens that I have been editing that part of my memoir this week. I was always singing. So Mom put me with her piano teacher, Mrs. Skinner.
There was a primer. It was green. In the first few pages, we’re tracings of my five year old hands labeled with fingering and the first ten notes of the piano staff. Thumbs, middle C, pinkies F left hand, G right hand. The first song was Typewriter. There was the Windsock song. I hum it when we walk near our little airport. I don’t quite remember all the words. But my hands still remember how to play it.
Then there was the Eskimo song. Once again, the words escape me, but muscle memory is strong!
My favorite song was Mister Dragon ๐๐ฒ (those emojis came up while typing–I couldn’t resist!)
Mister Dragon, tail a-wagging,
All you say is Boo!
Mister Dragon, Tail a-wagging,
I’m not scared of you!
And I can still play it! That book was so much fun. Mrs. Skinner had me color the pictures. When I learned a song, she pulled out her box of stickers. Some of the pages had so many stickers on them you could barely make out the music.
With all the moves, and giving piano lessons to my own students, that book is gone. And I can’t seem to find that book, even on Google. Does anyone remember it? I’d at least like to include pictures and the name of the book in my Memoir, Moving.
Ah, now that earworm is loose!๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ถ๐ผ
Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
After finishing the book, I determined I couldn’t wait to see the show. This was quite intriguing. I think Cassandra Campbell’s narration was perfect. There were many nights I couldn’t stop reading. It was well after 3 AM that I would force myself to put the book away.
I was lucky enough to pick up the audio version from the library app Libby.
Most of the time, I don’t include the author’s blurb, but this time I think it might help.
“For years, rumors of the โMarsh Girlโ have haunted Barkley Cove, a quiet town on the North Carolina coast. So in late 1969, when handsome Chase Andrews is found dead, the locals immediately suspect Kya Clark, the so-called Marsh Girl. But Kya is not what they say. Sensitive and intelligent, she has survived for years alone in the marsh that she calls home, finding friends in the gulls and lessons in the sand. Then the time comes when she yearns to be touched and loved. When two young men from town become intrigued by her wild beauty, Kya opens herself to a new lifeโuntil the unthinkable happens.
Where the Crawdads Sing is at once an exquisite ode to the natural world, a heartbreaking coming-of-age story, and a surprising tale of possible murder. Owens reminds us that we are forever shaped by the children we once were, and that we are all subject to the beautiful and violent secrets that nature keeps.”
Worth the read!
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