Thursday, April 9, 2020

H ~ Hundreds of Bumps

    The excitement was palpable as we waited in the early morning darkness with only a dim oil lamp burning on the kitchen table. The suitcases were packed and waiting by the door. John and I kept running to the window to peer outside in hopes we could see the headlights of our driver's vehicle coming up the driveway.
    Mom and Dad were sitting calmly next to the table, but somehow even with our bouncing back and forth to the window, it was Dad who saw the first glimpse of our driver approaching. We hurried outside and were ready to load into the station wagon by the time it rolled to a stop.
    John and I got to sit on the back seat. We didn't have seat belts to wear, so as soon as it was light enough to see we knelt on the seat to look out the back window.
    The day wore on and some of the excitement of traveling a long distance to visit our other set of grandparents was wearing off. We were ready to be there. The station wagon was getting hot, and it was a bumpy ride sitting in the back seat.
     Bored of watching the traffic behind us, and moving too fast to fully enjoy the passing landscape and scenery like you could from a buggy we sat there for a while bumping along quietly. And then we started singing a little song we made up on the spot.

     Hundreds of bumps, hundreds of bumps
     Here comes another and then we'll fly
     Up to the ceiling, down to the ground
     Backwards and forwards round and round.

    We sang that little song with all the gusto our little four and six year old lungs could muster. Over and over and over again. Until we finally approached our grandparents and got excited again.
     The song and its catchy little tune stuck, and remains a family favorite for bumpy conditions.

21 comments:

  1. Such a sweet story! I am delighted to be your new follower and look forward to many lovely visits with you. Thank you for stopping by my blog... Your visit brightened my day!
    Blessings!

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  2. That is such a fun story! You had a lot of wonderful childhood memories. I'm amazed that you remembered the song as such small children and that you still sing it.
    Blessings,
    Betsy

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    1. I look at those 'lyrics' and am amazed we were able to come up with them at such a young age. We were almost better at it then than we are now.
      We sang it so often on that trip that it would make it hard to ever forget. :)

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  3. Lovely story. I'm so enjoying your frequent posts, It's nice to escape from the hectic and uncertainty of things, even for a few minutes. I hope you and your family have a very blessed Easter.

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    1. I'm glad you're enjoying my more frequent posts. I'm also enjoying being on my blog more again.
      I hope you have a lovely Easter as well.

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  4. This is a precious memory. Thank you for sharing.

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  5. Love this story. My girls and I used to sing in the car - it didn't have a radio - everything from "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" to hymns, but I don't think we ever made up a song.

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    1. I'm sure you cherish those memories of singing with your girls!

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  6. What a fun memory of innocent times!

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  7. Hi Mary Ann, I've been enjoying reading your April A to Z posts. Lots of memories.

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  8. Hello from first-timer and what a beautiful read awaited my visit.

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  9. Such a lovely thought, the excitement of visiting grandparents.

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    1. Making our annual trip to visit our grandparents used to be the highlight of our summer. :)

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  10. Such a fun memory, and sweet you remember it and sang it with your own children.

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