Turning Back Time: Grandpa Sounds

One of my favorite memories of my grandpa is walking next to him. He would take my sister and me to the park to play. On top of his head was a hat. Not a baseball cap or a knit hat, mind you. Grandpa always wore his fedora when we went outside. As we walked along, he would whistle a tune. Every once in a while, he would sing the words.

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay

Sometimes we would walk to the little grocery store in town with Grandpa. Quite often, we would sweet-talk him into buying us a small cheap, plastic toy.

My, oh my, what a beautiful day!

Four generations. I’m the baby, held by my mother.

My daughter, Lily, came home from preschool one day, singing that song. I was instantly transported back to my childhood and memories of Grandpa filled my head.

Plenty of sunshine, headed my way

Now that I teach preschool, I sing this song with my class on sunny days as part of our weather routine.

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay!

I’m always hoping for the sun to come out, just so I can sing this song and remember Grandpa!

Four generations; Lily is the baby in my lap.

What song brings you back to your childhood?

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10 Responses to Turning Back Time: Grandpa Sounds

  1. Loved that story (and the thought of your grandpa with his fedora). That song has always made me smile and now I'll think of you guys when I sing it.

  2. I love that song. It actually reminds me of my mother. She took me to the movies to see Song of the South when it was released. You won't find that movie around anymore. Love the photo, Ginny! So great.

  3. What great photos! And how lucky you are to have had four generations alive at the same time. Two of my grandparents died before I got to know them. The other two passed away before I turned 16, so I barely knew them either. What wonderful photos to pass onto your daughters!

  4. My grandpa was amazing too. He used to drive me and my siblings all over the countryside for hours showing us his wheat and potato fields. We felt wild and free riding around with grandpa. Sometimes we drove right into the fields. I loved the sound of dirt and rocks scraping the bottom of his car while we bounced around. Generally, our joyrides ended with a Dairy Queen. As for the song, hmm gotta think about that. Not a specific one comes to mind right now…

  5. It's so nice to have memories like that. I don't really remember either of my grandfathers, since both of them died when I was in my teens. It's quite a shame.

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