Aunt Mayme's Attic

“Hush, little baby, don’t say a word.

Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird won’t sing,
Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke,
Mama’s gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that billy goat won’t pull,
Mama’s gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull turn over,
Mama’s gonna buy you a dog named Rover

And if that dog named Rover won’t bark
Mama’s gonna buy you a horse and cart

And if that horse and cart fall down,
You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town.”

How many of you remember this song?  I remember Joan Baez singing it on one of her albums, which the name escapes me now.   I believe it may have been 1968 or at least  sometime before 1970.  I remember singing it to my child when he was fussy.  And when I get incredibly stressed, I go back to that time when I was holding him in my arms, singing and the joy I felt of having such a precious little bundle.

So it was with divine precedence that I received an embroidered linen with this very song title.  It took me back; long ago to that time.  Stressed over dealing with a husband who had PTSD, young, married and a mom.  Struggling to make ends meet; I too was caught up in wanting someone to sing me a lullaby.

So I’m willing to send this little cutie off into the Universe, for the next person to share with their bundle.  Pillow in Gender Neutral Colors

Keeping you in stitches,

Beth