Tuesday, October 28, 2008


We are feeling almost back to normal. Jana is walking well with a walking stick, and I'm no longer quite so achy, although still very very bruised. We took a ride to campus. Jana and I visited the Alumni Center while Dick went in search of a cache which he didn't find.

We had a delightful late lunch at Zingerman's roadhouse.

We spent the rest of the day in front of our laptops. Jana went shopping at Linens and Things and found some good bargains. Dick found out that the frame bars on the Subaru were buckled, which will add quite a bit to the repair cost. We still don't know whether or not we will get it back.

Martha Cook Our Building

When the kids were little, we used to sing all kinds of songs together - current songs, Walt Disney songs, and songs from my past. (Such as "Beware, beware of pick-pocket furnace - pick pocket furnace can waste a lot of fuel and money, so if you care, replace it with a GE, a General Electric furnace, save, save save!") I guess you had to be there.

We loved to sing "Let's Go Fly a Kite", and "I Want to go to Chicago Town", not to mention the Superman song: (Though no one knows the secret of Superman's identity, he's really Clark Kent, the timid nonentity..." and so on and so on.

One of the songs we sang a lot was the Martha Cook song from my old residence hall in Ann Arbor. Jana was trying to remember the words once, and googled it. Lo and behold the lyrics are not on line! Google doesn't know the lyrics, and neither does the Martha Cook website. http://www.umich.edu/~mcaa/

So Jana asked me to put the lyrics on the blog so that future googlers can find it somewhere. (As if.) Anyway, here's the song:

Martha Cook our Building,
our dormitory dear,
We love you.

Martha Cook our Building,
0ur dormitory dear,
we love you.

With Portia o'er the doorway,
and Venus in the hall,
and Prexy in the Sparking Room,
where harm can ne'er befall,

Oh Martha Cook our Building,
our dormitory dear,
we love you!

The other dorm song that we sang was the Betsy Barbour song - evidently that one remains unrequested! It's a simpler song - "We're Barbour born and Barbour bred, and when we die we'll be Barbour dead, so hooray for Betsy Barbour, hooray for Betsy Barbour, Hooray for Barbour, Rah, Rah, Rah!!"