“The world outside my window,
is a world of color I see.
Fiddle dee dee, outside my window,
there’s a world of color I see.
Rainbow, rainbow, rainbow ’round me.
Rainbow, rainbow, rainbow ’round me.”
Tom Hunter was a minstrel, a pastor and a teacher – all of these all the time. I heard him first as a young parent with my children at the library for a sing-a-long. Then I heard him on his “circuit,” presenting at conferences for teachers around the country. But I appreciated him most as a spiritual leader in our community, gathering generations together at a local theater each December for stories and songs contemplating the Christmas season.
He died suddenly 3 years ago but his songs live on in my memory. There are the songs I love as a teacher, I Have a Box:
“I have a box, it’s an old shoe box and it’s just about this big square…if you come over here, you can look in my box, ’cause my favorite things are there…..”
The tired mom in me is often humming the lullaby, Rock Me to Sleep: “Tonight I’d like you to rock me to sleep, I’d like you to sing me a song. I’m tired of trying to figure things out, I’m tired of being so strong.”
But the song that sticks in my head the whole year round is Angels: “Angels might be anywhere at all, listening, gossiping, anywhere at all. On a cloud or a rooftop or climbing up the wall, angels might be anywhere at all.”