
Wild About Texas: Mourning Dove
There are things that stir your memory. Sometimes it’s a song, a place, or a special
recipe, but for some reason, you are transported back into your past evoking strong
feelings. I’m very much a nature person, and yesterday my memory was stirred by
a sound…the sound a dove makes. I would call Mother every Sunday and she would
often have her house open or even talk on her remote phone from her porch. She
lived on a street named Mourning Dove, and the Mulberry trees in her backyard
were often filled with dove. They would coo and coo, and I could hear them when I visited with her
both, both when I visited her home in Abilene or visiting with her on the phone.
I had sometimes mused that it sounded like the Beatles song “I
Am the Walrus”…goo goo g’joob, But it
was way better known from the movie “The Graduate” and a song sung by Simon and
Garfunkel’s, “Mrs. Robinson”.
Only here recently have I said that it sounds like the dove
are saying coo coo ca choo. So yesterday when I was on my own back porch, a
dove began to coo. Derek was with me and heard me say, “I love you, dovie.” (because
they were making me feel close to Mother).
And in a few minutes he said, “ I love you, too,” because to him, that
is what he could hear them saying in return.
Well, this morning, I looked up this string of nonsense
words…and in the urban dictionary, the meaning is derived from “Finding Nemo” and
I connected with the urban meaning given…
“Everything is all right. No worries.”