It's "I love to go out fishing/in a river or creek" which is of course a ridiculous line, and 'swimming' would have been better, but Fred Astaire pulled it off.
This is a lovely poem. My parents danced in the grocery store when a song of their youth (1930s-40s) came on. My dad was 6' 2" and my mama 5' 1/2" so that they danced not cheek to cheek, as she used to joke, but 'forehead to tie clasp." (Remember tie clasps?) They fought horribly at home, and often, but I remember the dancing, too. Isn't that what we want for our children?
Thanks for the kind words. My parents actually never fought in our presence, but, sadly, alcohol could make Mom a very difficult presence. My dad adored her, though, and was the soul of patience.
It's "I love to go out fishing/in a river or creek" which is of course a ridiculous line, and 'swimming' would have been better, but Fred Astaire pulled it off.
This is a lovely poem. My parents danced in the grocery store when a song of their youth (1930s-40s) came on. My dad was 6' 2" and my mama 5' 1/2" so that they danced not cheek to cheek, as she used to joke, but 'forehead to tie clasp." (Remember tie clasps?) They fought horribly at home, and often, but I remember the dancing, too. Isn't that what we want for our children?
Thanks for the kind words. My parents actually never fought in our presence, but, sadly, alcohol could make Mom a very difficult presence. My dad adored her, though, and was the soul of patience.
Lord, that last line is stunning.
Thank you, dear one.