Kim & Karen 2 Soul Sisters

Kim & Karen 2 Soul Sisters

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

nursery rhyme time...

by karen #1965 third grade teacher...nursery rhyme art...just a few is the art...u guess the rhyme...

 Oh yeah...Humpty Dumpty...

Baa, Baa, Black Sheep...

Jack and Jill..

There was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe...

these are very baby, baby...i am thinking kindergarten or first grade at the most...

here is a good humpty dumpty you tube video to show kids...cute...

i just really like that Band-Aid on Jack's head...what about Band-Aids?...aren't they the cure all?...have you ever noticed when a kid gets hurt and there is any blood involved, it is Band-Aid time?...i have even had kids squeeze the injured spot to get blood out so they can be worthy of a Band-Aid...ever wonder the history of the Band-Aid?...well here it was all about a good husband worried about his wife...

Earle Dickson was employed as a cotton buyer for the Johnson & Johnson when he invented the band-aid in 1921. His wife Josephine Dickson was always cutting her fingers in the kitchen while preparing food.
At that time a bandage consisted of separate gauze and adhesive tape that you would cut to size and apply yourself. Earle Dickson noticed that gauze and adhesive tape she used would soon fall off her active fingers. He decided to invent something that would stay in place and protect small wounds better.
Earle Dickson took a piece of gauze and attached it to the center of a piece of tape, and then covered the product with crinoline to keep it sterile. His boss, James Johnson, saw Earle Dickson's invention and decided to manufacture band-aids to the public and make Earle Dickson vice-president of Johnson & Johnson.

ending with a lullaBYE...
shawn mullins (from atlanta), 1998

She grew up with the children of the stars
in the Hollywood hills and the boulevards.
Her parents threw big parties. Everyone was there.
They hung out with folks like Dennis Hopper and Bob Seger and
Sonny and Cher.

She feels safe now in this bar on Fairfax.
And from the stage I can tell that she can't let go and she can't
And just before she hangs her head to cry,
I sing to her a lullaby
I sing:
Everything's gonna be all right.
Rockabye, rockabye.
Everything's gonna be all right.
Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye.

She still lives with her mom outside the city
down that street about a half a mile.
And all her friends tell her she's so pretty
but she'd be a whole lot prettier if she smiled once in a while.
'Cause even her smile looks like a frown.
She's seen her share of devils in this angel town.

I told her I ain't so sure about this place.
It's hard to play a gig in this town and keep a straight face.
Seems like everybody's got a plan.
It's kind of like Nashville with a tan.

have a great day!

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