[snjdowney]

So wondrously I see someone else has been "lullaby-ed" on a tender loving lap to the same lullaby my grandmother sang to me (her grandchildren).

My grandmother of 91 died December 27, 2003. No words could describe the tender, loving, gentle soul she was. This is a song she passed on to each of us grandchildren. Her name was Alta May Hogan, born May 12, 1912, in Copan Oklahoma. Her Mother, Celia Gardner-Bolen, sang this song to her as a child, so I know it is well over 100 years old. Her version went like this:

Oh don't you remember a long time ago,
Two little babes, their names I don't know
Were strolling away on a bright summer's day
And were lost in the woods, I heard people say.

And when it was night, so sad was their plight
The moon rose above but the stars gave no light.
They sat on a log and bitterly cried
Two poor little babes, they laid down and died.

And when they were dead the robins so red
Took strawberry leaves and over them spread,
And sang them a song the whole day long.
Two poor little babes
Two poor little babes.

That's the version I had been sung and I passed on to my children (now grown), so even as historical lullabies and fairy tales were sometimes bitter-sweet, it is a tender tune that will always remind me of my Grandma Alta and her softly sung lullaby and the most secure and loving arms I have ever known.

Sherry
Tulsa, OK