Monday, October 18, 2010

K-K-K-Katy


When I was twelve, I went to Detroit with my Nana. This trip was memorable for so many reasons, not the least of which was because it was my first time so far away from home without my parents. It was also my debut with pierced ears, pantyhose and high heels. We stayed at the RenCen with Auntie Joan (who was actually my mother's cousin) and Joan's daughter Virginia. And, most memorable of all, it was the first (and last) time I recall meeting my great-grandfather, Amos Earle Carle.

His health was poor, so our visit at his home wasn't long, but while we were there, he sang "K-K-K-Katy" to me. I had heard it before, over the phone, but hearing him sing it to me in person was so different. I can't remember why, but I happened to have a tape deck and recorded him. I still have the tape, tucked away in a box somewhere.

K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.

It's an old World War I tune, written and composed by Geoffrey O'Hara. I'd never actually heard the entire song until tonight, when I googled it. Buddy Clark recorded this version in the 1930s:



Unfortunately, I also have a rather squicky memory of my middle school gym teacher Mr. Watson singing this song to me just a few years later. The same one who would look down the girls's shirts when we did our push-ups. Ewwww.

4 comments:

Kristin said...

I think I have this exact sheet music - would you like a copy, oh I hope I can find it...My Grandma used to sing it. K-k-k-ristin. :)

chicklegirl said...

I'd LOVE a copy--thank you! Jimmy is taking piano lessons, and I bet this would be an easy song for him to learn.

Dyann said...

What a sweet song to have your grandpa sing to you! I love it, and am amazed that you have a copy, found a picture of the poster, posted the audio and Kristin has sheet music! So cool!

aubrey said...

what a sweet song. i'm gonna ignore the story about your gym teacher. eew. but, how special to have that memory.