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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Hum a Drum

Well the last few days have been pretty normal. On Saturday I played taxi for one of my kids whose car broke down, then I was off to church to help with the Angle Food distribution. I came home from there and kicked around the house the rest of the day while Donna did some Christmas shopping. Sunday was church which was followed by the church Christmas dinner and a piano concert. Although I like the pianist and planned to stay I ran out of steam and came home before the concert. Monday morning I was out running errands then I came home for my "Quiet Time". Last night we ate pasta at a local Italian place then Donna took me to select the Christmas present she wanted to give me, A new chair for my computer desk.

I have also been toying with a new "Winter" theme which I may use to follow this one. While I can usually learn the mechanics for developing something on a web page, I really have very little design sense. I am not happy with it yet.

The weather has kept me in so my letterboxing has been limited to planning for some new letterboxes that I will plant near my home.

I have been thinking a lot about Christmas memories. One of my favorite family recollections is not totally a Christmas one. it is just a wee bit broader. When our daughter was just a young girl we kept a rocking chair in her room. Our practice was that whoever took her back at bedtime would sit in that chair to read a bedtime story and then rock with her until she was asleep. At times she would fight going to sleep just to be rocked longer. Whenever it was my turn to put her down for the night I would hum to her. She loved to have me hum "The Little Drummer Boy". She would always go to sleep quickly as she pressed her head against my chest to feel the vibrations as I made drumming noises. For many years when she was sick, tired, or just a wee bit down, she would come to me and want me to hold her and hum the Drummer Boy. My "humming a drum" was soothing or monotonous enough to lull her to sleep or to calm her fears. Do you suppose that could be the origin of the word humdrum?

This weekend we are heading off to the Detroit area to visit her and her family so my next update may be sometime next week.


Unknown said...

That's one of my favorite Christmas Memories too, Dad. Can't wait to see you this weekend.

Gene said...

What a sweet memory !!!!! See you Sunday at the program. Dot