When hearing loss was not because of IPODS

I am working on a family directory so I was already inclined to be thinking about my heritage and childhood. It is also, I know, a sign of old age but once again I am going to blame Donna for this post.

On car trips when we were kids, our family often sang songs. Mother taught us to sing harmony on a couple of songs. We also sang rounds. Some of the songs had two parts –a slower version of the chorus and a faster part sung at the same time. Lowell put his fingers in his ear to sing his part and Mother often joined him to help out.

One of the songs, Stodala Pumpa was a song that we learned in our Music Class at Archbold Elementary School. We always sang this song on vacations and short road trips. In fact, I am sure we sang it often enough to give both of our parents headaches but they never complained. It was much less annoying than our Do not paaaaaaaassssssssss . . . Pass with caaaaaaaaaaaaare . . . ditty that we sang for miles and miles on hilly roads. We held the last note until another sign came into view. I don’t recall Mother helping us and I do recall her firmly telling us to stop singing those two lines.

Unfortunately, none of us ever learned the last two lines of the Stodala Pumpa verse and so we just used la, la, la, until we came to HEY! which we yelled loudly and then loudly sped into the chorus singing it once or twice through without taking a breath. Maybe Stodala Pumpa was a favorite because of the tune or the pace of the song or the HEY! at the end of the verse. Probably we just liked showing off our lung capacity which was quite adequately practiced from the aforementioned ditty.

Several years ago, I hunted for the words to those last two lines and was disappointed to find many versions but none that matched our first two lines. However, when Donna told me today that she and her hubby were on a road trip and she was singing to him—songs from our childhood, I decided to search again. Eureka! This is for you, Donna and Lowell.

Walking along, as nightfall ends the day
Sweet scented breezes whisper on their way
Under the stars we slowly stroll along,
While distant hills re-echo with our song, HEY!

Stodala, stodala, stodala pumpa
Stodala pumpa, stodala pumpa
Stodala, stodala, stodala pumpa
Stodala pumpa, pum pum pum!

My two sons and hubby never really got into singing in the car. We read books and played The Alphabet Game. However, I remember one annoying ditty taught to them by the Roth kids that went on and on forever.

1st boy: You remind me of a man.
2nd boy: What man?
1st boy: A man from Whodo.
2nd boy: Who Do?
1st boy: You do!
2nd boy: I do what?
1st boy: You remind me of a man. . .

On vacation somewhere?

This is the age that I remember doing a lot of singing in the car. Lou was already in nurses training. I am sure this picture was posed. We sang lots in the car but not that much around the piano.

Lowell was still not able to sing parts without help at this age. Neither he nor I was successful with piano lessons so Mother put both Lowell and I in voice lessons--along with cousin Rita. I wonder now if she was hoping to improve our singing on road trips. Oh my! I don't think the lessons helped any of us. Lowell giggled every time the teacher tried to make us use our diaphram. It is tough to sing while laughing.