Day 2 of the trip my daughter, and two of her daughters are making to the far west, they passed through places with familiar names, like St Louis, Topeka, Ouachita. (Well maybe Ouachita, or I like the way the Indian word rolls off my tongue).
Although they bypassed Tennessee to drive through Kentucky, I told them if you don’t like the rhythm of Ouachita Lineman, sing this one.
I suggested they sing the songs associated with each place they passed. We always did this when I was traveling with my family in the olden days.
A few years back when I was growing up we had a plethora of songs about the various places people call home. This tradition continued for some time, and as far as I know, there may be modern variants. We had folk songs, show tunes, hits from movies, country and western ballads, state songs, and later rock music to choose from.
Below, some of the photos from yesterday when they drove through Indiana and Illinois, crossed the Mississippi at St Louis, into Missouri, then Kansas.
Granddaughter Hannah, the girl with the purple hair used to be blonde. The girl with the red hair is my daughter. Joy has her same hair.