I’ve made many a point on here about how my childhood was filled with both music and with saturation of my Irish heritage. They’re a couple of points of pride with me. I’m still in love with music to this day (a lot of which is carryover from those early impressionable years) and proud as ever of being Irish.
We listened to a lot of records in our house as kids. This was well before CD’s and cassette tapes just didn’t (and still don’t) have the same resonance. My dad had and still has an impressive collection. We had one record called The Children of the Unicorn, a children’s recording of songs by the Irish band The Irish Rovers. It was autographed on the back by all the members of the band. I have no idea how or when my parents got the autographs and it never occurred to me to ask until recently, though I still haven’t posed the question, maybe one of them will tell in the comments. Anyway, this record, which was recorded live in a studio full of kids, is chock-a-bock full of great a wonderful kids songs. I have vivid memories of boogying down to the music man with my siblings.
When I married and moved out, I hijacked some of my dad’s record collection. No dad, you can’t have them back. This record was one of them. My own kids grew up listening to the songs that I danced to as a small child and fell every bit as in love as I did with the Two Little Boys on their horses and the Lollypop Tree.
Upon our move to Saint John, we found out that the local theatre not only presents plays three times a year by the local community theatre group, but it also hosts TONS of visiting acts. Just two weeks ago we had Buffy St. Marie here, Red Green is coming, Just for Laughs is coming, and well, you get the point. But, while reading on all the upcoming acts, I discovered that The Irish Rovers would be here tonight, two days after my hubs’ birthday as part of their farewell tour. Now, he didn’t grow up as I did with their music, but he sure watched his children do it and has loved that even now as 12, 13, 15 year olds, they will occasionally have a nostalgia day and listen to the music again. So I got tickets. Happy birthday.
Tonight we go into Saint John, and I’m thinking of bringing that old album cover to get new signatures, over 35 years later, to add to the front of the album. This is going to be a wonderful night.
If only Harry Chapin were still alive and performing. I’d love to see another circle complete itself.