you were a diplomat’s son

14 Feb

Yeah, been listening to Contra, it is pretty great.

Whenever I check the stats on this blog, I always look at the searches that brought people here. Most of the time, it’s stuff involving children, like “small children activities” or “how to discipline small children” or “small yelling children.” Today I looked at the list and saw:
“Smiling duck kitten”
“giant duck”
“underneath the banyan tree lyrics”
The first two got nothing but a raised eyebrow, but the last invoked childhood memories. Specifically, second grade. If any of you readers who know me/go to my school were in Mrs. Williams’ class, you might remember a little blue pamphlet we were given around Earth Day. It was full of songs about the Earth, pollution, recycling, extinction, and bizzarely enough, there was a song about our family trees. Most of the enviromental songs were extremely heavy for 7-year-olds, but we sang them anyway. I remember there was one that went “the world is filling up with garbage/the world is filling up with trash” and continued in that vein for a good page and a half. There was also the immortal “good garbage breaks down as it goes/that’s why it smells bad to your nose/bad garbage grows and grows and grows/garbage is supposed to decompose,” which my sister and I still occassionally sing.
By now you’re probably wondering “how does the banyan tree come into this,” so I’ll stop reminiscing and tell you. The family tree song was by a Jack Prelutzky (I think), who was my number two favorite poet (behind Shel Silverstein) for most of my grade-school life. The song went like this, I think- I can’t remember the first line, so bear with me:
“In the (don’t remember)/lived a prehistoric fellow, who met a maid and courted her beneath a banyan tree/well, they had lots of children/and their children all had children/and they kept on having children until one of them had me./We’re a family, and we’re a tree/our roots go deep down in history/from my greatgreatgrandfather reaching up to me/we’re a green and growing family tree.”
I think the reason I still remember the lyrics to this song is that I liked it a helluva lot more than the other ones. It was hopeful and happy and actually really supporting having a ton of babies, now that I look back on it. Even at a young age, they were subliminally telling us all to squeeze rutabagas out of our hoo-has.
Fun stuff!

Will write more later tonight.
Also, if you’re wondering about the sudden lack of personal (ie, love woe-ing) posts, there is a reason, and they will probably not come back for a long while, if at all. A few people have alerted me to some problems that might arise from continuing those posts, so for now I’m laying low.

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