“My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf, So it stood ninety years on the floor”

The judge has nullified the four game suspension of Tom Brady. The league will appeal. Enough said!

The hot day today is no different from the last few hot days. A breeze? Nope, not even a small one. Last night we had enough of a breeze to ring the chimes hanging from branches in the back yard. Not today. Everything is quiet. I can hear only Gracie’s snores.

After the first couple of days, school became routine. The fun of a new lunch box and new pencil case wore off quickly. The school day never really changed from year to year. Classes, lunch, recess then more classes was the order of the day. Once a week we had art and music, and they were the only deviations from the traditional subjects. I remember in music we learned how to read the lines of the treble clef: EGBDF: every good boy does fine. That has stayed with me all these years. I also still remember the clef spaces: FACE. That I remember has proven to be totally useless as not once has either come up in conversation. I’ve used mnemonics for so many things but these two and HOMES seem to have lives of their own.

We learned songs in music. My Grandfather’s Clock was one of them. I knew all the words but didn’t really understand what they meant. I would have asked all sorts of questions if the nun ever called for a Q&A. How did the clock know? What did the old man die of? What’s a pennyweight? Who was watching the clock when the old man died and why is he called the old man? How come he’s not called Grandfather? Instead, I remained ignorant of the intricacies of the story and sang along anyway. I really only liked the song because you got to pause at the line. “It stopped short – never to go again,” We all waited just for that line. The only other song I remember is Up on the Housetop. Because we all still believed in Santa Claus, it was etched in our memories. I’ll never forget:

“Ho, ho ho! Who wouldn’t go? Ho, ho ho! Who wouldn’t go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old Saint Nick”

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6 Comments on ““My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf, So it stood ninety years on the floor””

  1. olof1 Says:

    A lazy thunderstorm is passing north of us. It gives away a flash every ten minutes or so. At one time four of themn hit the lake and that was sort of surprising 🙂

    I know nothing of what You wrote about the songs or the mnemonics but Your questions did make me want to read more about My Grandfather’s Clock 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      You know how much I live thunder and lightning. I’m sorry it wasn’t here. We haven’t had rain in a long time. I was outside today watering my deck plants and putting water into my fountain which was almost empty.

      The mnemonics help you remember stuff. HOMES is a mnemonic for the Great Lakes: Huron, Ontario, Michigan, Erie and Superior.

      Have a good night!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I learned it as “Every good boy deserves fudge”. There was another one, “All dogs get fleas”, but I don’t remember what it was for. F clef? Maybe I’m conflating it with “My Dog Has Fleas” which my father said was for tuning a banjo.

    Up On The Housetop bothered me as a kid. I heard the first line as “Up on the housetop reindeer paws”. Reindeer don’t have paws. And even if they did, what did their paws do up on the housetop? They should say. I was quite old before I finally thought about that long enough. Another Emily Litella moment. 🙂

    Today is chore day. I have done dishes, put dog toys away and removed the meat from a roast chicken so I can toss the carcass out with the garbage tomorrow. Normally, I would make stock but it’s too hot to think about that. There will be other roast chickens.
    I still have to vacuum. Maybe. 🙂

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      There are a few one EGBDF. I’ve heard the fudge one but the nuns mustn’t have been into sugar. My dog has fleas is the way to tune a uke.

      I never even gave paws a thought. Maybe it was the future English teacher in me giving verse and rhyme some leeway.

      I did the laundry but haven’t brought it up from the cellar yet. That’s about the only thing I need to do besides the indoor plants needing water.

      Enjoy your eveing!

  3. minicapt Says:

    Keeping up …


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