Saturday, February 19, 2011

One Small Step For Man - Technology - Genea bloggers

This challenge runs from Saturday, February 19, 2011 through Friday, February 25, 2011.
Amy Coffin of the We Tree blog ( has yet another successful series on her hands: 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History

Week 8: Technology.
What are some of the technological advances that happened during your childhood? What types of technology to you enjoy using today, and which do you avoid

Sissy writes:
I would say our parents and grandparents got the best improvements and technology. Milk in cartons from glass bottles, homemade bread to sliced bread in the store. Plowing with horses to tractors. Buggies to Cars. Air balloons to airplanes.

Air planes to space crafts flying to the moon.

I know technology has advanced so much more past space craft flying to the moon. But still the event of the moon walk was extra special for me to observe on television through their relay as the walk happened.

"On July 20 (July 21 GMT), 1969, American astronaut Neil Armstrong became the first man to walk on the Moon. As he stepped onto the Moon's surface, in the Sea of Tranquility, Armstrong uttered the now-famous words: "That's one small step for man; one giant leap for mankind."
1969 was a year after my graduation. I was home for the summer from college. It happened that I had to babysit that day, I was determined not to miss it. I saw it alone as I sat on the Reeds couch. I was on edge wondering if monsters would jump out and devour them, while I watched. It was such a relief. Such a feeling of pride with that relief, rushed over me to see such a feat accomplished.
It's hard to believe some people thought it was a staged event, but then some people believed Elvis, JFK and probably Michel Jackson, and Marlyn Manroe lived and were not dead. Even with technology testimonial, we have to use more technology to prove to sceptics. That is the way of the world
I am not a huge fan of science fiction, though I enjoyed several Old films like Buck Rodgers, Star Wars. I suppose I would like more of them, but I don't care to be scared by some horrible beast, who might evade my dreams some night. I do like to hear of the advance and what is going on as far as advancement of our space technology. As each dream becomes explored and realized it just adds to my faith in god and my fellow man and the possibility of human survival.

Dreams and Possibilites have to be remain open. As well as man kinds minds. Education in the highest degree must remain intact. Trust in the good and all hopefully will prevail with hard work at it all.

Yes, I agree with Sissy it is fantastic as a baby boomer to see many other events which came after it.

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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Favorites of the toy - Anything for Horse play- Genea Bloggers week 7

Week 7: Toys. What was your favorite childhood toy? Is it still being made in some form today?

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I know times were hard, money was tight, The children had a few gifts that birthdays and Christmas brought them for their entertainment. If not they devised their own.

Sissy writes,

As far as playing with guests, most of you know that what you have is fine for one, not necessarily fine for two or three or a bunch of cousins of all ages. Sometimes you just can't play with toys cause of that factor, and you resort to games, including many kinds of board games.

More than likely an object most often thought of for toy play I would want to share when a girl guests came over to visit; I would say would be my doll. I had some kind of soft plastic doll, less than a foot long. I played with her with my accessories. I had the black doll and some more older shabbier dolls. I had doll furniture like my table and chairs, rocker, my dishes, my big doll bed, a buggy, my little cupboard. Any thing made of wood had been made by my grandfather. Except for the wood doll house resembling our new Meyer house and the other table given to us by my Grandmother Josie. [More on playing with dolls another time.]

A lot of my playmates, which were few, were boys or girls who were 'tom boys', who had real horses at home, so playing house with dolls was not their cup of tea. On my moms side of the family, the girls were usually outnumbered at least five to one and much younger than the others.. [In fact it runs in both families] So boys ways and ideas of playing were usually the way we went, unless we chose to segregate ourselves. You would think girl kind of play with another would be what we would be dying to do, since we were the only girls [similar in age ] in each of our familes. But that was not often the case.

Amy, I wonder at what you mean by toy? Winter or glorious Summer? .
If'Winter, I would select a sled, I would say our round shiny saucer sled. which I have discussed before. Not one seen that often today.

Horse play
[Spring and Summer toys ] - If it can be a swing, I would say our Horse swing and tire swing contributed to our favorite pass times. Hooked up just right you could get two people on it. I am amazed the creative things people can do with an old tire swing. I have seen crafted horses from them. I wish we had known how to make them then.

Or maybe mom and dad did. We were given a horse swing for Christmas that the boys saw at the hardware store. I suppose it was mostly for Steve. However, as fun as it was mounted in the basement to ride as hard, fast and high as he wanted by pumping with his arms by pushing a bar at the head, and alternating with a push with your feet, it could get old after awhile. Would I sound ungrateful, if I said it limited our play by the fact that it had a definite shape and a horse head. However, it was a favorite, especially in it's first years in our younger years. At one stage, it was moved outside. I think eventually it went to Steve's home for his boys. I haven't seen it much around, though I have seen it occasionally browsing. I am not sure if it's called a scouter swing. If I had the proper name, I am sure I would find it online for sure at ebay.

That horse was outside hanging from the mulberry tree for a long time. It was alright in our imaginative play, if we brought ourselves to the guy on the horse.
We had plenty of side walk up by the house. When Steve wanted to he could use his stick horse with a stuffed fabric shaped head and gallop by the person on the swing. Soon enough with moms guidance, the rest of us would be galloping around on mop and broomstick horses . If there were not enough broom sticks to go around to cousins, I made it a thing to select several sticks with a bunch [ his head] at the top. When I was busy at other things, I kept my horse 'Silver' and guest horses in my coral in a designated place in the yard.

My horse sticks from woods not in the picture below.

Outside when I would ride my horse, I loved how my horse stick would go scraping or thumpy thump on the side walk as I galloped off. It made me think of the galloping that I would hear on the radio when Lone ranger and Tonto road their horses. If I was on the dirt, it would raise a little dust to throw off the posse. However, it did leave a trail to follow in case I needed help from the good guys. We followed
the golden rule with no arguments " that the good guy always won". We would decide ahead who was to be the good guy or the bad guy.

Of course the boys would come along with accessories like hats, boots, play money, kerchiefs and cap guns. I remember one year when Steve was asked what he wanted for a gift from Amanda, he said a sheriff's badge. I remember how happy I was for him to get one.

I had to scramble around to find my own stuff to blend in with the boys omitting the boots.
Mom was always just the person to help. Garden hat or old hat of someones, it didn't matter.

If you had a pretend horse in those days, the next logical thing was to have pretend guns, preferably in our case cap guns with lots of cap shooting in the good parts of your play. I found them delightful and was so sad I had none.
Steve rounded up an old broken gun for me, [what a sweety] and I could join in too in the cowboy and robbers games too, but it didn't shoot caps. So Mom showed me how to take a hammer or a rock, and hit the caps one spot at a time. I did enjoy it. But it didn't work so well while one was threateningly fiercely robbing banks. I had to weed to earn money for those caps. I think I even asked Santa for a cap gun of my own too. He had to ask me, if he heard right. And the old dude heard me right and gave me one. What fun we had with our imaginations taken from stories, the radio, and pictures of action with those guns, and our stick horse with a name.

I can't decide which toy was the favorite in our western horse play. To add to the decision difficulty was our stage coach, or get away wagon. Well okay my chariot for the faerie princesses, my dolls or the dogs, [cats just won't ride].

The red flier wagon is so multi purpose I think it should be the winner. I especially think so as an adult now who has had children. That wagon was a godsend for other things around the yard. While mom and dad were weeding, the littlest kid would come by with his wagon and pick the weeds and throw them by hand over the fence to the cows.

I mean a sturdy red metal wagon, Radio Flier
. You can push someone in it while they steer, or you can pull at least two others.

Sure we may have wandered away to established games, but time and time again, we probably started out with our props for horse play.

Is it done today. WE had no side walks while I was raising my kids, and a limited drive way with cars in it, which would be an influence. It's hard to say. Games and such has changed with the time. It depends on the upbringing, some boys gravitate to climbing trees, or practicing skills of sports, rather than sit and play with dump trucks and construction toys in a sand box. Then too gun play of all kinds is frowned on in our day.
Influenced by other mothers actions, I changed my mind and took the guns away. But they did experience cap guns but not to the extent we did. So maybe cops and robbers play is not encouraged. But if it's Ninja turtle and Transformers they see and know, they are going to play it. I remember seeing my children at times playing in such a imaginative way with hats,and vests, I couldn't tell you if they used any pretend guns, but they were really enjoying themselves creating with props they found all along the way in play.
You can't predict. Only be there to help.

Sissy, I think
there is so much structured activities and games in children's lives these days, It's hard to say. If money is tight, it may influence everything. It depends on the parents own lives and their own ideas and what they want to have their children achieve.

For more reading about stick Horses :

How to make stick horses. I wish I could have thought of unicorn when I was young!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

A favorite toy - Dolls

Week 7: Toys. What was your favorite childhood toy? Is it still being made in some form today?

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I know times were hard, money was tight, The children had a few props for play, and many special items for play from birthdays and christmas gifts that brought them many a fun pass time. I wonder what their favorite toy was?
But of course,We will have to consult Sissy.

Sissy writes:
I never had a Barbie doll. I had a regular plastic doll and a few others, that I spent many days of my young years playing and pretending with them as little girls do. But I think the toy I was most proud to own and took much of my time in the age before teen was the paper doll.

A paper doll is a stiffed paper image of a person in their under clothes and it stands in various ways depending on the construction. The fun part was the clothes and acessories that one placed on them by folding back the tabs at the tops and and at other, various places .

I was given a set of dolls with tons of clothes to play with by Mrs Albert Shelley, while visiting her with my mother one afternoon. Of course my mother protested the generous move, while I held my breath. But Mrs Shelley said her daughter had out grown them, and they were not going to keep them, so I got to bring them home.
Those paper dolls opened up a new world of self expression for me. It also moved me from child to preteen who does care what she wears.

Not the same, but I don't remember for sure.
I think the doll was fashioned after a movie star because she had such glamorous clothes. It could have been Elizabeth Taylor or Natalie Wood or some other dark haired well known star.

After that I began to notice that the dime stores and drug stores held some amazing collections of paper dolls and so my begging and wanting for more began. So my economical, creative mother as they can be you know, demonstrated how I could take a few pictures out of a catalog, glue a back on them, cut out stands so they could stand, and select clothes from the catalog for them.

On one of my birthdays, I remember receiving several small flat plastic ballerinas with a little circle stand and clothes to go on her. Do you remember those? They came from Aunt Amanda just like the ones of Mary's that I had admired. Since I morn to this day, the missed opportunity to attend ballet classes, I'd say I still have an affection towards that little figure who filled in for my loss. She was designed to bring out your creativity, and I did get lost in it for hours. In Photo below is a poor attempt to reproduce the shape and look.

I am sure there are others now in similar make up. Though the vinyl with self stick clothes was a great improvement.

There came a time when my city cousin brought another influence to my paper doll collection. It came about because She and her mother invited me to go to the movie staring Pat Boone in "April Love".

At the time, it was explained to us that Pat Boone was religious in his actions, thoughts and deeds, therefore a reliable person to view in movies. No matter, he was romantic and sweet enough for us.
I think it was my first introduction into romantic thinking. My cousin and I shared being his most romantic fan. He was a popular name in our play. Can you imagine my excitement to discover he came in paper doll form. [He also appeared in a few television shows.] I wanted him so bad! And I got him. I did. I received him for Christmas one year.

Item Description: Whitman no. 1968 ©1959 by Pat Boone. 10.25x12" thin cardboard folder has nice photo on front of Boone smiling along with art images of records and film reels while back cover has photo of him in art image of TV screen surrounded by musical notes. Interior features art of teenage boy and girl looking over a brick wall and set consists of a 7.5x10" thick cardboard sheet with two different punch-out dolls plus 11.5x16" long fold-out paper sheet with color outfits and accessories. Front cover has very minor color rub at lower right, otherwise Exc. Contents are unused and N. Mint/Mint. Nicely designed. [Mine was used.]

I was getting a little older by then and did read more, so the paper doll did not get as worn out as the others. He didn't have to have a Popsicle stick on his backside. I believe I presented my actress paper doll collection from Mrs Shelley to some little girl one day. I forget who, but I almost felt obligated to share the love. I kept my ballerina set and my Pat Boone and I am sure if I dig deep enough I could find them.

They exist in many forms of fantasy and beauty today. They have their place, even though I know Barbies have replaced by far the joy of paper dolls. I know many a mother and daughter created clothes for them.
Just as I did with my other dolls, for I was not given a Barbie.

I never really asked for one, either. I did notice my city cousin, Mary had one, too. But I guess I knew it was useless. Cause you know when Sylvia made up her mind to 'no', there was no going around that
decision. [Same for the hoola hoop]

As I got older, I guess I turned to what the library offered for free in the form of many kinds of books. When one reads, one can go anywhere any way, any time, if one can find the right book. To this day, I especially love the authors who took the time to tell you what the heroine was wearing. Books were always my special favorite thing for a pass time and they fueled my imagination in play.

As adult and mother, I was feeling pretty crafty one year after purchasing some pretty clothes for my daughter that
coordinated together, I made up a paper doll of my daughter, with clothes resembling her new ones and let her play with those. I am sure that those and the other paper doll she had through out her years were not her favorite, cause well, she had the opportunity to go along with the Barbie craze and a few other types that faded in and out that caught our fancy. We should have made up some others as friends to play with her paper doll, but I didn't think of it at the time.

We will see what I do for the children as a grandmother, when the days roll around.

My gosh there were so many kinds of paper dolls out there, if Sissy had only known. If she would have had Internet, I'm afraid she would have had a serious case of I wants and wishes. That Pat Boone was eighty six dollars, maybe you should consider selling it?

On internet there would have been downloads available too.
I have noticed some very pretty paper dolls being offered for download, that make me wish I were young again. I didn't try any to pass along to you today. Use your virus and malware scanner cautiously and enjoy them with your youngsters.

So what was your favorite childhood toy? Is it still being made in some form today?
I think you can join in this like I did with thoughts of your own about your childhood toys.
You do not have to be a blogger to participate. If you do not have a genealogy blog, write down your memories on your computer, or simply record them on paper and keep them with your files.

I can think of a ton other play things that developed at the Meyer household and this will do for today. Maybe I have jogged your memory of your favorite toy. I hope so, it was part of my intent.

Amy says your to have fun and that you can interpret the topics any way you wish, just as I did. Think of how glad you would be if you you knew what was the favorite toy of your own grandparents. Take the time to jog your own memories and provide a wonderful wealth of historical information for those who will come after us.
Give it a try. You can start here with a comment.

See you next week.

Other reading:
"There is nothing quite like the feeling of digging in a box of assorted papers and suddenly finding in one's hand an exact replica of a childhood toy. The years slip away with lightning speed, and such a find awakens childhood with all its simplicities and joys. If the collecting bug for paper dolls has not yet bitten you, it just may. It can be an inexpensive pastime that requires little storage space, or it can grow into a hobby as extensive as collecting antique dolls. And best of all, it is an activity you can share with children of today, teaching them manual dexterity, history, fashion and art while you have great fun together. Once you begin collecting paper dolls, they can become one of life's great passions.
-Betsy Mc Call

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Favorite Television shows. Stay tuned for more after a few words from our sponsor.

Amy Coffin of the We Tree blog ( has yet another successful series on her hands: 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History (
). Facebook groupIn recent years, interest in genealogy has grown by leaps and bounds. It’s great that so many people are researching their ancestors, but what about our own personal histories? Are we so busy recording the events of others that we forget to preserve our own? There will be 52 topics (one for each week of 2011) that invite genealogists and others to record memories and insights about their own lives for future descendants. You do not have to be a blogger to participate. If you do not have a genealogy blog, write down your memories on your computer, or simply record them on paper and keep them with your files.

What was your favorite radio or television show from your childhood? What was the program about and who was in it?

You should have fun with this project. You might interpret the topics any way you wish. Suppose you had this type of information about your own ancestors: what a treasure chest it would be! Take the time to jog your own memory and provide a wonderful wealth of historical information for those who will come after us.

Here at Lewisville, we are just interpreting it differently to do the Meyer family at the Sunnyslope farm. I should do this exactly as said for my personal family and my self, but I am not read
to that, when if fits so good into the Meyer family era's story that should be told.

I feel I need to remind you that the Meyer family did not get a television until Sissy was about eleven or twelve years of age, which was about 1962 -3. Sylvia refused to let them have a rotary box nor any kind of Antennae on top of the house. She was afraid of house fires, lightning hitting it, etc. [ In those days it was a good reason to worry]
Luckily they lived near the Lewisville TV tower which brought in a clear signal from the CBS channel 12 KEYC in Mankato to their tv set with the rabbit ears. The tower wasn't in Lewisville, but it wasn't very far away from there.

But still the Meyer children saw other shows on other channels and the desire to view these at home was there.

Sometimes after a storm, they would accidentally notice other channels coming in pretty good. So then they would be motivated to try again.
Many memorable Schemes and plans and experiments were conducted to bring in other channels to view what other people were watching on other Channels. Like Bonanza; or Father knows Best; The Loretta Young show; Axels Tree House; the Mickey Mouse Club; Mighty Mouse cartoons.American Bandstand. Sometimes the methods worked slightly, and a skimpy time period, if it went well. Eventually they did get a little rotary box, but it was still nothing to brag about.

I might post something about some of the shows that they tried so hard to get. Each kid had their own desires, you know.

When Sissy moved away, it was probably a pleasure to have a different channel than CBS.

I hope to cover a few Posts on this TV topic, but they don't exactly fall under the exact question prompt as it reads.

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Sunday, February 6, 2011

Tennessee Ernie Ford; Harry Belafonte; and Ferdy Borchert Won Me Over.

It is
Week 6 Already of the Genea Bloggers 52 weeks of Personal Genealogy and History! Radio and Television. The prompt question is :

What was your favorite radio or television show from your childhood? What was the program about and who was in it?

Oh gosh, - TV, my all time favorite necessity of the media, along with the Internet. How blessed are we?

I just at look how Sissy dives right into this with her unique interpretation of the subject and questions.

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Sissy writes:
This is a long story, but well worth it.
My special momental encounter of a television program at a very young age occurred with a large screen television set at the home of the relative to those Borcherts and Gollwitzers in Truman, who built our house and gave me the
nickname Sissy, and Sonny his.
In fact, these neighbors lived a mile north and was Sonnie's Godparents. So that means for every birthday in December he had, we saw Ferdy Borchert and his wife Cordelia. They were fellow members of our St Paul's Evangelical church in St James and old family friends of Grandpa and my dad.

Usually their older only child, Lucille was absent, so it was us kids and the grown ups. To my young eyes at the time Cordelia seemed to be so strictly seriously religious. Now as an adult looking back, I do recall the twinkle in her eyes, her smiles that I often missed, when she went along with Ferdy. Or you could say it was there as she reeled him back to the right path with a reminder, when he would get carried away with all his joking and teasing. She would be explaining his actions or apologizing for him. because he loved to put one over on you with his humor and teasing. I would have to say that night I was a perfect target for that humor as a naive young girl. And I could say after that night, I grew to love it and him enough to seek him out at church on Sundays.

After the birthday supper, we were turned out into the large rectangle shaped living room with the television on in clear view of everyone. I suppose it is considered a social 'no no' nowadays, but I think that it often occurred sooner or later, when we visited someone.

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In very olden days men retired to the smoking room, while the women did their own thing, and I like to think that the television viewing was the men's substitute for that smoking room. The television entertainment was an offer just as cigar, candy or a drink was an offering.

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I could take a guess that it was offered to us, because they knew we had none at home. It may also have been something for us kids to do. I think in this case, that Ferdy wanted to share the program and the music with us knowing full well what would be on at that time. The singers on that particular program often sang religious songs and it was kept in mind as something appropriate to have on. They all loved music. And they still could have conversation with each other.

As I had wandered around looking at things, occasionally doing something with Steve, I wasn't listening that closely to the TV until I heard-

"Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong"

and then I was trying harder to listen and liking what I heard-

"You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt

I liked how Tennessee Ernie Ford would belt out the catchy phrase ending-

"Saint Peter don't you call me '
cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store"

I was drawn to the singer and song and his show that the others were watching - Tennessee Ernie Ford's songs sometimes had been of the religious nature and those were were not like "Sixteen Ton" with "I owe my soul to the company store"

My Grandfather had been a miner, as they knew and I am sure he identified with the songs message. Grandpa also had been musical and had taken part in some music groups in his youth like Ferdy and his father did and at the time of this story was in the St. Pauls Ev. church choir, though I didn't know those things about their youth at that time.

I hadn't been listening to the men's conversations either, until the song ended. with his spectacular delivery of the end of the song.
Then I found myself listening to an enthusiastic discussion by Ferdy about Harry Belafonte and his marvelous singing, who was soon to sing. When he began to sing, I was struck, entranced, ignorant about this dark colored man singing a song on that gorgeous island, in native Island garb. The music was so different than I had ever heard. New to viewing television, too, I thought he lived on that Island in another area of the world. I was watching everything. He gave Some kind of deep native call and then it developed to.

"Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home"

And I listened to the rest of the song, with questions or comments of a childish nature.

A little later, some thought must have occurred to Ferdy about my interest and questions about Harry Belafonte.
So much so that later, when I began petting his short little black and brown haired dog, he said to me, that

"maybe I shouldn't, cause I might get my hand black."

Startled I stopped, as a child does in alert fashion. But still with trust, I had stopped and looked at my hands. Unsure. And from then on he thought I believed that the black of the fur would rub off. I am sure I actually knew it wouldn't, I had petted colored animals on the farm, and just knew it from blind experience it wouldn't, but no matter. As far as he was concerned, I had fallen into his joke at my young age.

His wife entered in to explain him, in the usual way she did. We had a little conversation about fur and skin color that did not rub off. From then on he enjoyed the memory of I, a little girl falling for his little joke. We went home after that.
[I was to remember this incident several times in my later years.]

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From then on, I would listen to the radio and the station on the radio in the barn in hopes of hearing the song. My brother had told me that he had heard it sometimes on certain numbers of the station dial. when I had a chance, I would go down to the barn to hear the radio.
Dad always had on Polka's and those songs of the New Ulm station of the German Bohemian nature on his radio in the barn. I asked my father, if he had ever heard the song that Tennessee Ernie Fords had sung. So sometimes he would turn his dial, so we could hear other songs and often I did hear Tennessee singing. I began to play with the radio station dial in the house, usually with the old plastic looking radio in the basement for more of Tennessee Ernie Ford. That's when I heard the songs of his that I was beginning to love - ". I owe my soul to the company store. and "Mathilda. But most of all I discovered my most favorite to this day of all of his songs. This old house.

"Ain't gonna need this house no longer
Ain't gonna need this house no more
Ain't got time to fix the shingles
Ain't got time to fix the floor
Ain't got time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend the window pane
Ain't gonna need this house no longer
I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints."

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Ferdy and Cordelia gave me a gift that day too. Mom of course protested. They gave me a white blouse. I certainly needed one like that. Cordelia explained that Ferdy thought siblings should get presents when other siblings got birthday presents. [ I have remembered that idea myself for a long time. I tried it with my own children.]

We got Christmas presents too from them that year. I couldn't tell you what Sonny got, but I can tell you that when I opened the box and rolled back the tissue paper and saw what the Borcherts had given me; I knew with instant understanding why. He did explain it himself, though, why he had given me a twelve inch black doll. He explained to mom that he just had to do that, since he had teased me so about black fur and brown skin color joke. He even asked me, if I understood why I got the brown skinned doll, and if I liked it. I said I liked it. And I liked the attention from this man with the twinkles in his eyes. Even if it wasn't what I might have wanted, he said he was pleased he gave it to me. I knew or felt even at my young age with out his words, that there was more to this than just the joke. Words cannot express why I liked my gift of that doll. For some reason his gift was more than it was.

There are times now as I think about that, I wonder what prompted all that? What was behind it for him. Was there more to this than just a man of faith, and fun, who liked to play Jokes on children.?

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See I did find Harry Belafonte's songs and it thrills me to see all the words.
The song famously sung by Harry Belafonte The Banana song.**[ 1956]

Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home

"Work all night on a drink of rum Daylight come and me wan' go home .........Day, me say day, me say day, me say day....ay-ay-o Daylight come and me wan' go home

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Belafonte's songs became popular with the children. It was especially known to those who watched the Muppets. It sure brings back the memories. I want to sing for some reason.

So What do you think about Sissie"s story hour, should it stay a few more posts?

What was your favorite radio or television show from your childhood? What was the program about and who was in it?

Source for more of Bellafonte :
Island in the sun; Get an ugly girl to marry you;

Dayo Banana song. first one I found with sound. not any particular reason for it, I am not responsible for your visit there. As far as I know it's okay.

Tennessee Ernie Ford Sources :

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