One of the things we give to the next generation is our songs. Sometimes they like them and keep them and sing them. Sometimes they don’t. My generation gave you the Beetles, the Beach Boys, the Bee Gees, and Black Sabbath. You kept the Beetles and Beach Boys, but tossed the Bee Gees and Black Sabbath. No problem. Some things are worth keeping. Some aren’t.
When our first grandchild was born I wanted to give Eleanor Grace a gift that might have the chance of following her through life. I knew things would disappear, so I decided on a gift that would be planted deep in her consciousness – a song. First I chose the tune, and every time I held her or walked with her or rocked her, I hummed the tune. “Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo.” (The actually tune is an old English melody titled “O Waly Waly.” Several hymns have been written using the tune.) It became our song.
