Today would’ve been Daddy’s 75th birthday. That’s the only reason I dug up this chestnut. I debated using some Wagner or Monk, or a song by one of Daddy’s other favorites. But then I decided this happy memory from my childhood was a better choice.
I’ve shared before my love of the old Country Bear Jamboree at Disneyland (now fated to never return since they’re building Star Wars Land in its area of the park). The music in that show was the kind of music they call Americana now, but it was the kind of music my father grew up listening to in Iowa. I remember being very small, not more than five, sitting in Daddy’s lap while he bounced his knee in time as the animatronic bears sang this song.