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The Music of our Childhood
There was always a moment in any family gathering when all the kids knew we had to run and hide...Aunty Argie, our mother, was coming to get all of us to sing.
Yikes.
For this entry in this blog, I've been trying to remember the songs that we were made to sing...besides the ubiquitous Abba Dabba Honeymoon . (Which most of us know by heart...such a haunting melody...)
This is one of those songs. Ke'alii Reichel sings it with more understanding than we kids ever did back then. We were learning Hawaiian words by listening to our uncles, aunties and parents. None of us understood what we were singing at the time.
Later, a few of us cousins had the privilege of attending Kamehameha and learning some Hawaiian. This was before the Hawaiian Renaissance which gave our children and their children the opportunity to really learn the Hawaiian language.
Yet there were so many songs that our parents sang that were not Hawaiian. After all, in those days, being Hawaiian was something you hid or didn't acknowledge most of the time. But that's the subject of another blog entry.
My father loved songs from World War I--the "Great War". He used to sing the chorus of this song which makes it particularly poignant when I realize how young he was when he died. There's a long, long trail a-winding into the land of my dreams...".
He liked this one too. I used to wonder where Tipperary was. Well, it's in Ireland.
He liked military songs like "Over There" by George M. Cohan and marches by John Phillip Souza.
I wonder if it's because he had a desk job during the Korean War? Don't know. There were so many things we didn't get to ask him because he died so young.
There were many more songs even though Abba Dabba Honeymoon is the one that sticks to my memory cells like it was super glued there.
I'll have to think about it some more and keep you posted on what pops out of the old gray matter.
Yikes.
For this entry in this blog, I've been trying to remember the songs that we were made to sing...besides the ubiquitous Abba Dabba Honeymoon . (Which most of us know by heart...such a haunting melody...)
This is one of those songs. Ke'alii Reichel sings it with more understanding than we kids ever did back then. We were learning Hawaiian words by listening to our uncles, aunties and parents. None of us understood what we were singing at the time.
Later, a few of us cousins had the privilege of attending Kamehameha and learning some Hawaiian. This was before the Hawaiian Renaissance which gave our children and their children the opportunity to really learn the Hawaiian language.
Yet there were so many songs that our parents sang that were not Hawaiian. After all, in those days, being Hawaiian was something you hid or didn't acknowledge most of the time. But that's the subject of another blog entry.
My father loved songs from World War I--the "Great War". He used to sing the chorus of this song which makes it particularly poignant when I realize how young he was when he died. There's a long, long trail a-winding into the land of my dreams...".
He liked this one too. I used to wonder where Tipperary was. Well, it's in Ireland.
He liked military songs like "Over There" by George M. Cohan and marches by John Phillip Souza.
I wonder if it's because he had a desk job during the Korean War? Don't know. There were so many things we didn't get to ask him because he died so young.
There were many more songs even though Abba Dabba Honeymoon is the one that sticks to my memory cells like it was super glued there.
I'll have to think about it some more and keep you posted on what pops out of the old gray matter.
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