There was a time when mothers sang to their children. Mine sang "The Baggage Car Ahead" about some woman in a casket on a death ride home. Others were "Poor Little Joe"...No mother to guide him in her grave she laid low.... and the "Poor Babes in the Woods" who died and were covered by leaves dropped down by birds. When she had us sobbing she would sail into "La Marseilles" bellowing full throttle in all that remained of her high school French.

She nursed us, crocheted, smoked and sang all at the same time. I have moles in the same places she did but the resemblance ends there. I blame the change in today's children to mothers not singing to them more.