Good Morning everyone, today is Monday, August 16, 2021. The porch weather went from 100 last week to 60 today and it looks cloudy right now but who knows what can happen later.
I have always been under the impression that music was not a big part of my interests, I mean I bought records and I had songs I liked, but I was never into big stereo systems on the wall or Bosch radios or any of that equipment. I felt it was way to sophisticated for me and I could not figure it out, a simple radio or tape player was good enough for me.
But at this time of my life when I hear a song some I liked and other I just heard, they envoke such memories that can last all day. So I guess subconsciously music ewas important to me, as most of the arts are.
This weekend, I heard the song ‘The Lion Sleeps Tomight’, this is an old song written and sung by a South African in 1939 and then in the 1950’s and 60’s became an international hit. It was originally sung in Zulu. In 1961 it was recorded and released in America by the doo woop group The Tokens, immediately rocketing to a number one hit. Later it even appeared in The Lion King, so this song had been around about 90 years. You might ask how does he know this, well in the late 60’s and 70’s in high school we had to analyze songs for English, I enhjoyed doing it , so it became somewhat of a pastime.
Now I don’t like sleep away camps , and it was something I never would do, day camps I can live with. However in 1961 at 7 years old when this song was released I found myself in the middle of Stokes State Forest, my mother had taken a job as camp nurse at Camp Madeline Mulford, a Girl Scout camp which my sister happily attended. We were there for the summer of 1960 and 1961. I was one of 4 boys, sons of other employees. We did not mingle with the girls part at all, so this left me free to do basically what I wanted most of the day, the counselors would teach us things when the girls were busy doing other things, swim when their lessons were over, we ate in a separate area, this is where I learned to drink bug juice, later I realized the bugs were really raspberry seeds. So,equipped with my transistor radio and ear phones I explored the forest, and the song was so popular it played all the time, so it became on of my favorites. On my explorations I discovered many things, a colony of bats living in an old barn, saw a mother bear bath her cub in the lake. The beautiful vistas of Sussex County high in the mountains. Countless animals, I also learned to respect nature and just be a visitor there, because that’s what I was , this was their home. When I look back I think those two summers taught me a lot, I sort of went to camp my way.
One night near the end of the season myself and the other boys were invited to the closing jamboree, we played games, cooked hot dogs on an open fire and I guess learned to make s’mores but it was not called that then, it wasn’t til recently I realized that. At the end of the night we were each given a piece of white birch bark and a candle and we made a sort of boat out of it, then one by one we sailed it into the lake, by the end the lake was totally illuminated, I can still remember standing back and looking and thinking how beautiful, there was some kind of lesson about life and friendship in doing this, about how we all mingle with each other like the boats and move through life like they did in the water. In the morning I ran to the lake and they were all gone. I think that might have been the lesson we take part of everyone we meet with us. So whenever I hear that song I think of the beauty of that night.
Sometimes when I write I can’t believe I have experienced some of these things some bizarre, some meaningful but they all add up to make me who I am. This is not unique to me we all have experiences that have shaped us to make who we are.
Well, it’s Java time and I’m ready so I will bid you a wonderful day and enjoy all you can. We’ll talk soon, Til Tomorrow!











