Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh
I came across a post the other day that listed mantras for someone going through a hard time or high anxiety. Some seemed helpful. Most, like "This Too Shall Pass" has a their theme "hang in there, things will get better". True. And mantras are good, as we know.
Here is my mantra: "Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh". It is an Allan Sherman's song from 1963. The song is a letter written by a boy at summer camp to his parents. He writes from Camp Grenada after his first day. He says "Camp is very entertaining/and they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining."
Things are not so great. Poor Joe Spivy has poison ivy. Leonard Skinner got ptomaine poisoning after dinner. The lake has alligators and the counselors hate the waiters. His bunkmate has malaria and for Jeffery Hardy they are organizing a searching party. Poor little boy, he hates Grenada and begs his parents to take him home, promises he will not mess the house and will even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss him.
And then of course, this:
"Wait a minute, it stopped hailing,
Guys are swimming, guys are sailing,
Playing baseball, gee that's better,
Muddah Fadduh please disregard this letter."

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Actually interesting article in the Times about mom leaving her daughter off at camps...
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I loved sleep away camp, and couldn't wait to see my friend since 1966, Colin Kellogg. He and I had fallen out of touch (that seems the way of the world, I'm afraid), and I tried and tried to find him, to no avail. But then I remembered that his father was a famous author (Steven Kellogg), and I finally tracked down Colin through him. He lives up near Rochester, NY, and when he was down in Westchester, he came by the house. We had lunch and dinner with him, and I felt like a little boy again. He promises to come back in the fall.
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