Well, mine left me a wealth of things,
her novels, published in the thirties and fifties
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| Howard Rowe at the far left, was my great grandfather - Nanya's Husband. The six novels to his left are by his daughter, my grandmother |
and strange little ditties like this
Wiggle Waggle Man
There was a little man
And he dressed all in brown
He raced and he ran,
Right round the town
Catch me if you can
Said the Wiggle Waggle Man
Up came all the people
Chased him round the town
Chased him to the steeple
There he laid him down
When they came up roaring
The little man was … snoring!
He winked a bright blue eye
And jumped into the sky
Catch me if you can
Said the Wiggle Waggle Man
It would be recited, by her, later by Mum, with the greatest of glee and the most sparkling blue eyes.
One suspects the glee is of Irish origin and comes from
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| Nanya |
I have no idea where Wiggle Waggle Man comes from - it might be an "Irish'ism" - there were a number of them.
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