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When Johnny Comes Marching Home (video link). This isn't really about the lullaby. But it's a good video nevertheless. It's about a kid going to school, set to an old Civil War song.
My earliest memory is being rocked in my mother's arms, in her wooden rocker in the living room, while she sang me a lullaby with this tune.
That was thirty years ago.
I am occasionally blessed to be a very distant participant in the final days or hours of some of my fellow human beings, and sometimes I get to share, second- or third-hand, the thoughts and memories that remain with them until the end.
I wonder sometimes what I'll remember when I am old.
Will I sing then?
My earliest memory is being rocked in my mother's arms, in her wooden rocker in the living room, while she sang me a lullaby with this tune.
That was thirty years ago.
I am occasionally blessed to be a very distant participant in the final days or hours of some of my fellow human beings, and sometimes I get to share, second- or third-hand, the thoughts and memories that remain with them until the end.
I wonder sometimes what I'll remember when I am old.
Will I sing then?
