Car Games

Recently I participated in Laura Shovan’s 12th Annual February Poem Project. The theme this year was “Games.” During the month, we explored so many facets of games–playground games, relationship games, imaginary games, board games, word games, and more.

The day got away from me when the prompt was for car games, but a memory has stayed with me and made me smile. This memory is from about 60 years ago when car windows rolled with a crank and cars didn’t have seat belts or air-conditioning. At least I don’t remember having air-conditioning until the 1970s.

We were on a cross-country road trip from Washington, DC headed to Yellowstone National Park and later to see relatives in Utah. Back then, this meant four long, hot days in the car. With the windows down it was hard to hear each other, but we passed the time singing, coloring, snacking, and sleeping.

On the 3rd day of this trip we were probably in Nebraska with its flat roads, cornfields, cows, and bugs. The goal was probably to make it to Cheyenne, Wyoming. It was hot. My sister and I had probably been too rowdy in the back seat, singing “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall” or the 59th rendition of “I’ve Been Working on the Railroad.” Hence, my dad’s admonition, “Now, hush, you girls.”

What could we do quietly? I don’t remember who had the idea first, but we decided to play a variation of “Name that Tune” by silently shaking the other person’s arm in a rhythm of a familiar song. You surrendered your arm to your sister who would then shake the rhythm. First, it made us laugh just to see the other’s arm flopping around (the more relaxed, the more we laughed).

Our library of possible song choices was pretty huge – all the hymns we knew from church, all the songs we sang in school, all the songs we knew from the radio and our few favorite LPs. “Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam” was particularly fun. There was one song, however, which became the signature song of this game. Even now, we will laugh if one of us begins the rhythm.

It was from our favorite album of Peter, Paul, and Mary (Album 1700) and was called “The Song is Love.” This was mid-1960s music and we loved it. “The Song is Love” begins with a distinctive beat–Dum-de-DUM, Dum-de-DUM. Try that with a limp noodle arm. You can listen to the song here. Picture two hot pre-teens in the back seat of a car rolling down the highway. One girl has the other’s arm in her hands and begins Dum-de-DUM, Dum-de-DUM. And then they are singing again:

I’ve found a song, let me sing it with you
Let me say it now, while the meaning is new
But wouldn’t it be good if we could say it together?

Don’t be afraid to sing me your mind
Sing about the joy that I know we can find
Wind them around, and see what they sound like together

The song is love, the song is love

Lyrics by Peter Yarrow, Paul Stookey, and Mary Travers

Our poor parents probably wondered, “Are we there yet?”

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Games People Play

I’m participating in Laura Shovan’s 12th Annual February Poetry Project. Each year participants create a poem each day in February and the month has a theme. One year, the theme was our bodies; this year, the theme is Games. I wasn’t sure I was going to enjoy this theme (I think I identify with work more than play, although this is changing as I grow older.)

Here is a poem I wrote using the names of game shows:

Marriage

To Tell the Truth
You could Press Your Luck,
Spin the Wheel of Fortune,
Even focus with deep Concentration
And never be able to
Name That Tune,
Answer The $64,000 Question
Or resolve a Family Feud.
You might
Wipeout on
The Gong Show,
Or put yourself in Jeopardy
But that won’t tell you whether to
Win, Lose, or Draw.
Whose Line is it Anyway?
Just to know if the Price is Right|
Or the secret Password
Won’t help in The Newlywed Game
Or this 48-year Match Game.
Deal or No Deal?

More and more, I’m learning to trust that if I just start, just put pen to paper, something will come. It feels good.