MONDAY MEMORIES!

When I was growing up my paternal grandparents lived in Memphis, Tennessee. Being an Arkansas child, we would have to cross "the mighty Mississippi" on our way from Arkansas to visit them. My dad, who was a ham at heart, would always launch into a medley of Ole Man River and It's a Treat to Beat Your Feet on the Mississippi Mud." That is one of my favorite memories.

I have included a video of July Garland singing Ole Man River. She was one of my father's favorite singers.

After some reflection, I thought I might add that these trips were not always perfection. I remember one such trip to Illinois to see my aunt's family went something like this: One of us saw something along the roadside and commented on it.

Someone else saw the same scenario but disagreed with the first comment about it. Then someone else chimed in until it was a huge family ruckus.

After what seemed like an interminable length of time, what does my dad do but turn around to drive back to see who was right. My family was really mature like that.

Well, we may have lost an hour or two driving time, but we KNEW who was right. NOT!!!!!!!!! In my wildest dreams, I cannot imagine James Dobson's or Chuck Swindoll's family in this situation.



(Harry Barris - James Cavanaugh)

When the sun goes down the tide goes out
The people gather round and they all begin to shout
Hey hey Uncle Dud it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud.

What a dance do they do
Lordy how I'm telling you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clapping their hands
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud.

Lordy how they play it
Goodness how they sway it
Uncle Joe, Uncle Jim
How they pound the mire with vigor and vim
Joy the music thrills me
Yeah, it nearly kills me
What a show when they go
Say they beat up either fast or slow.

When the sun goes down the tide goes out
The people gather round and they all begin to shout
Say hey Uncle Dud it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud.

What a dance do they do
Lordy how I'm telling you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clapping their hands
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud.

When the sun goes down the tide goes out
The people gather round and they all begin to shout
Hey hey Uncle Dud it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud.

What a dance do they do
Lordy how I'm telling you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clapping their hands
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
When the people beat their feet
When the people beat their feet
When the people beat their feet
On the Mississippi mud...