Having lived in the Madison, WI area we tend to travel over that way quite a bit to do some shopping. I remember when we first lived there we came across a small town between Platteville, WI and Dubuque, IA called Dickeyville. It's funny how something as obtuse as a town name can bring back memories of something or someone. So, it didn't surprise me not too long ago on one of our excursions to Madison that as we passed the Dickeyville exit Jon remarked that when he sees the name of the town it makes him think of my Grandma Petery. I definitely had to agree with him. You see my Grandma had a little ditty, Two Little Dickey Birds, that she would do to entertain any of us kids, including our own, when we were little. Here's how it would go. Imagine a little piece of kleenex stuck on the tip of each of her index fingers pointing upwards as the "dickey birds". Hands closed in a fist with only the "dickey birds" in view she would recite….
Two little dickey birds sitting on a hill.
One named Jack, and one named Jill
Fly away Jack. Fly away Jill.
Come back Jack. Come back Jill
As they flew away her hands would gracefully fly behind her shoulder and as they came back the little pieces of kleenex would be gone! We were amazed! Where did the dickey birds go! Gramma was a magician because whenever any of us tried it somehow the kleenex was still stuck to our finger!
I have to admit this is really a silly memory, but there are just somethings that trigger those memories. Especially when you had a Gramma that was as awesome and wonderful as my Gramma Petery was! So here's to you Gram- Dickeyville, WI is in your honor!