Good Night, Irene

I’m convinced that my grandpa used to sing this song.  And yet, there’s not a whole lot to suggest that my grandpa would have ever sang to us.  My grandma used to sing to us all the time, but I don’t ever remember my grandpa singing to us.

And yet, I am convinced I’ve heard him singing “Good Night, Irene.”

I need to remember to ask my dad about that.

This is a sorry excuse for a post, I realize. I’m up to some other writing project.  If I stick it out past thirty pages, I’ll tell you about it.  Otherwise, I don’t want to jinx myself.

5 thoughts on “Good Night, Irene

  1. “Now, her name is Irene and it is night. Don’t take it any further than that. There’s nothin’ good about it.” -Jack, “Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me”

  2. Are you sure that was a song and not just your mom needing you to, you know, open the door? Poor woman, probably just singing away for years, waiting out back for you to notice that her arms were full of groceries.

  3. My mother used to sing that, too. (“Open the Door, Richard,” not “Goodnight Irene.”) Also “Sittin’ on Top of the World” and “There Was Blood on the Saddle.” And she used to have a record with “Oklahoma Hills” on it, and I have spent years driving myself crazy trying to figure out what record it could possibly have been. I have tracked down that “Make Me a Pallet on Your Floor” must have been Doc Watson. Somehow these records of my childhood had disappeared by the time I was a teenager, though. It’s a mystery.

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