Pipe Up
When I was growing up, my beloved and lyrically gifted grandfather (who recently passed) would sing me a little diddy that went opened up with this chorus:
“K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy, You’re the only g-g-g-girl that I adore; When the m-m-m-moon shines, Over the c-c-c-cowshed, I’ll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.”
Clearly, I never got sick of hearing him croon this oldie by Billy Murray—even at the young age of 6 or so (my first memory of this song). So imagine my delight and surprise upon stumbling onto a recording of this song that, while random and kind of cheesy, holds so meaning for me:
Just thinking about how my grandfather used to sing that song to me makes me miss him even more than I usually do. Sigh.
Sidenote: Hat tip to kate-book.com for reviving this memory for me - a cute website I stumbled onto yesterday via Twitter that was created by journalist/blogger/editor Kate Torgovnick,, who currently serves as a news editor at awesome humor website TheFrisky.
