sad songs about death were my favorites.

Then Julie yelled, he's got a gun, and she stepped in front of me
Suddenly, a shot rang out, and I saw Julie falling
I ran to her, I held her close, when I looked down, my hands were red,
and heres the last words Julie said...

Daddy please don't, it wasn't his fault, he means so much to me
Daddy please don't, we're gonna get married.....aaahhh..ahhhh
ahhhh....ahhhhh

Run Joey run Joey run Joey run Joey run Joey run

I loved this too:

Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Grew worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday.
That was the end of
Solomon Grundy.

Goodness-- I didn't know anyone else knew Solomon Grundy-- but I loved it too! I also thought that the old man in "it's raining. it's pouting, the old man is snoring" was my grandpa because he used to fall asleep in his chair and snore.

Goodness-- I didn't know anyone else knew Solomon Grundy-- but I loved it too!

It was recorded on some LP that my parents had. I think the whole thing was recordings of old folk songs/poems, etc.

Weird internet coincidence -- today's Old Foodie entry mentions "Solomon Gundy" (a variant spelling of salmagundy, described in the entry as a kind of pickled herring salad).

The Little Match Girl was your favorite story?

My fav as a kid was Andersen's Little Mermaid. Not a happy, Disney ending, let me tell you what. But, oh, how I loved it! (Still do, truth be told.)

My fav as a kid was Andersen's Little Mermaid. Not a happy, Disney ending, let me tell you what. But, oh, how I loved it! (Still do, truth be told.)

Yeah, I liked that one a lot too. The part that stuck in my mind was how when she walked on her feet it felt like she was walking on razor blades - the pain was so intense. But she did it for love... yep, I loved that one. How did it end? Wasn't she with the guy for just one day?

The part that stuck in my mind was how when she walked on her feet it felt like she was walking on razor blades - the pain was so intense. But she did it for love...

Yes! Exactly! In the end, she didn't get him to love her and she turned to sea foam.

Didn't all of her sisters cut off their hair so that she could spend that one day with him?

(Hmmm, Christmas Ghosts. . . sounds like a job for the Winchesters.)

That story is awesome.

THEY EAT THEIR FATHER.

You're not right.

Jamaicans eat Solomon Gundy. Not sure if it's herrings in our case, since I don't remember eating herring outside of the nasty sour salty fish paste my mother once called "Jamaican caviar" and served it on toast points at New Year's.

Totally gross.

Huh. Guess ours is herring.