Wednesday, July 16, 2014

WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO GET A LITTLE ATTENTION AROUND HERE?

Yesterday was just another warm July afternoon here in Eastern Idaho; at least until the puffy little clouds morphed into a HUGE thunderhead over our fair city.  Then all the fountains of the great deep broke up and the windows of heaven were opened. Forty days and nights of rain fell in the span of forty minutes over and area not more than a few square miles--right over town, and especially over the campus of BYU-Idaho.

An unbelievable amount of water gushed through gutters, drains, catch basins, sidewalks and then overflowed into streets, parking lots and basements.

Landscaping washed out.

Rain shot out of gutters like water from a fire hose.

Campus became a whitewater adventure for the students.

Everybody had a camera so plenty of video is available to share from YouTube.

I was on the hill above town when it all came down along with quarter-size hail.  What the heck!!!!?  By the time I could go home there was almost no getting across town because the streets were blocked by emergency vehicles and caution cones.

When I finally made it through the obstacle course expecting the worst--

DH had taken photos of our street where the water came up above the gutters but hadn't done damage to our home.  A lot of students in ground floor housing weren't so fortunate.  

Some apartments were filled to the windows and others, like the ground floor where our granddaughter and her husband lived (fortunately for them they lived on the second floor), got enough muddy water to soak the carpets.  The parking lot where their car was parked filled so deep the water went over the front seat.

Yes, the deluge made the ABC Morning News.  But only for a moment before they went on to a list of floods and disasters in other parts of the world.  Not even thirty seconds of fame.  At least they didn't call us Iowa or Ohio.

Friday, July 11, 2014

GHOSTS OF MUSIC PAST

Our mom sang. She sang at weddings and funerals. She sang when she was doing chores on the farm. She sang to entertain us on trips in the car. She sang while doing housework. Most of the time we enjoyed the sound of her sweet voice, even when she used music to tease us.

As a result I have a whole library of old melodies, tunes and songs lodged deep in my brain. Occasionally one will fly out and circle in my mind like a moth from an old closet.

Some songs 

my mom, Blanche Collings; learned from

her mom, Nellie Hunt; who learned them from

her mom, Emily Casto; who probably learned them from her mom,


Hannah Moon of Denby, Derbshire England.

Thanks to the wonders of the internet and ProjectGuntenberg I was almost immediately able to find the lyrics and the music of my musical ghost.

A little book called THE BABY’S BOUQUÊT a Fresh Bunch of Old Rhymes and Tunes” published in the 1870’s had been scanned in and made available free of charge as an ebook.

There was the song, “The Little Disaster,” illustrated in color, music included, on page 15.

Once there lived a little man,
Where a little river ran,
And he had a little farm and little dairy O!
And he had a little plough,
And a little dappled cow,
Which he often called his pretty little Fairy O! 


2And his dog he called Fidelle,
For he loved his master well;
And he had a little pony for his pleasure O!
In a sty not very big
He’d a frisky little pig,
Which he often called his little piggy treasure O! 


3 Once his little maiden, Ann,
With her pretty little can,
Went a-milking when the morning sun was beaming O!
When she fell, I don’t know how,
But she stumbled o’er the plough,
And the cow was quite astonished at her screaming O! 


4Little maid cried out in vain,
While the milk ran o’er the plain,
Little pig ran grunting after it so gaily O!
While the little dog behind,
For a share was much inclined,
So he pulled back squeaking piggy by the taily O! 


5Such a clatter now began
As alarmed the little man,
Who came capering from out his little stable O!
Pony trod on doggy’s toes,
Doggy snapped at piggy’s nose,
Piggy made as great a noise as he was able O! 


6Then to make the story short,
Little pony with a snort
Lifted up his little heels so very clever O!
And the man he tumbled down,
And he nearly cracked his crown,
And this only made the matter worse than ever O!

A lot of negative things can be said about the internet but at times like these what a blessing to be connected so easily to the music of my grandmothers.