I started my day this morning by driving to one visit one of my workers at a clinic in
beautiful Rose Park. I know what you are thinking -
beautiful Rose Park? Well, this morning at 7:20 A.M. it was
beautiful.Sit back a moment and let me explain.Driving south along Redwood Road from I-215 to about 1000 North there were fields and golf courses that were draped in a wispy fog about 10 feet high. The Fog didn't quite touch the snowy ground and wrapped around trees and followed the terrain. It was beautiful.
Last night I watch an old Christmas favorite with the kids - Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
The kids loved it. Ok, I loved it. I haven't seen it for a few years, but it all came back to me - from Yukon Cornelius to Hermey the elf that wants to be a dentist. The costumes from the movie
Elf were completely ripped off from Rudolph. Even the snowman from
Elf, Leon, looks just like Sam the snowman
Ok, but I still love the movie
Elf. I am sure they were just paying homage to the great 1964 stop animation film.
Which brings me to my next thought. Sam the snowman was played by Burl Ives and was modeled to look a little like Ives. So this morning I looked on wikipedia and found out something interesting. Burl Ives was jailed in
Mona, Utah for vagrancy and for singing "Foggy Foggy Dew" which the authorities decided was a bawdy song.
When I was a bachelor, I liv'd all aloneI worked at the weaver's tradeAnd the only, only thing that I did that was wrongWas to woo a fair young maid.I wooed her in the wintertimePart of the summer, tooAnd the only, only thing that I did that was wrongWas to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
One night she knelt close by my sideWhen I was fast asleep.She threw her arms around my neckAnd she began to weep.She wept, she cried, she tore her hairAh, me! What could I do?So all night long I held her in my armsJust to keep her from the foggy foggy dew.
Again I am a bachelor, I live with my sonWe work at the weaver's trade.And every single time I look into his eyesHe reminds me of that fair young maid.He reminds me of the wintertimePart of the summer, too,And the many, many times that I held her in my armsJust to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew.Doesn't sound too bad to me.
Then again, I am sure that the little town of Mona was quite a sheltered place in the early 1930's.
This morning, I couldn't get enough of the foggy, foggy dew in
beautiful Rose Park