Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Almost ready for the Big Event

The sewing is completed for the wedding, the boxes, bags and clothes hangers are all sorted and ready to load into the car. So what have I left to do?

!. Prepare a short Mother of the Bride speech of welcome and share a few of Elly’s escapades from her young life. She has not yet realised that my dementia is selective….

2, Decide on my party-piece for the evening. Now I wonder …

‘My Favourite Things’ is a harmless little ditty.

Now let me see if I remember the lyrics:-


Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting,

Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,

Bundles of magazines tied up in string,

These are a few of my favourite things.

Cadillac’s and cataracts and hearing aids and glasses,

Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,

Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,

We remember our favourite things.

When the pipes leak,
when the bones creak,
when the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favourite things,

And then I don't feel so bad.

Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions,

No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,

Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring,

These are a few of my favourite things.


Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of sinning',

Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinning',

And we won't mention our short shrunken frames,

Then we remember our favourite things.

When the joints ache,
when the hips break,
when the eyes grow dim,
then I remember the great life I've had,

And then I don't feel so bad.

These lyrics are courtesy of Julie Andrews she chose them for a performance at Manhattan's Radio City Music Hall

I wonder where I might find a singing teacher…

The very thing the yellow Pages!

11 comments:

Nancy said...

Grannymar,

That was TERRIFIC!!! I sang every word and loved it.
I wonder if you really will have the nerve to sing it at Elly and George's wedding.
I think the guests would enjoy it very much.
I only wish your post had been a podcast and I could have heard you singing it.

grannymar said...

Nancy don't tell anyone but I am not allowed sing, even in the bath! And I live alone, thats how bad my voice is.

robert said...

That is brilliant. Of course the song is back in peoples minds too with the Skoda advert where the car is made of cake.

Mmmmm... Cake...

grannymar said...

Robert since I have no TV I was unaware of the Skoda Advert.

It is one of those tunes that sticks inside your head.

Why did you mention cake? I want some now.

robert said...

Sorry for not replying sooner. I just nipped over to the bakery across the street ;)

If you have broadband you can see the ad on YouTube. It's a pretty cool ad and it is a real cake too!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwswkJZEdS4

grannymar said...

All that cake! Now I am starving.

Dario Sanchez said...

You've been busy since I've been gone ...

I can't sing either, and I'm hoping to be in a band. Play lead guitar and shut up, that's what I'll do.

grannymar said...

@Dario sure all you need to do is stand there and fake it!

cork-host said...

if you can carry a tune, anyone can sing. You just have to find a song which suits your voice.

grannymar said...

cork-host You have never heard my attempts at singing!

That part of the vocal cords has gone walkabout. Sometimes no sound at all comes and other times it is just squaks.

Primal Sneeze said...

Thank you, Granny! I don't know when I laughed as many ;)