tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390960884009884247.post8787471332374131508..comments2024-01-18T22:17:36.304+01:00Comments on three years in denmark: just to pass the time awaygreg|reganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921243406753752300noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390960884009884247.post-31761933124060850202012-11-06T04:22:18.101+01:002012-11-06T04:22:18.101+01:00Nina, when my son was a little boy in Madison, Wis...Nina, when my son was a little boy in Madison, Wisconsin, for years and years, the bedtime songs that preceded "I've been working on the railroad" were Polish songs that I learned from my grandmother and my grandfather — "Na Zielonej Łące" and "Piwo Czerwone." When I visited Poland in 1965, I sang those songs for my cousins and they said nobody had sung those songs in over 50 years! But we kept them alive over here.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04055095790850861881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390960884009884247.post-73812698951984233222012-11-06T00:34:05.302+01:002012-11-06T00:34:05.302+01:00Mine was "all I want to do-oo-oo-oo; when the...Mine was "all I want to do-oo-oo-oo; when the day is through-oo-oo-oo; is linger on th-e front porch with you..." (gratis Summer Magic, a real girly movie from the 60s) which is kind of funny because I never had a front porch until now... But anyway, as my littlest one grew older, I'd go through easily several dozen rounds each night.<br /><br />Your day sounds nearly perfect (except for the drizzle and the bump).ninahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01222848486174278888noreply@blogger.com