Coo Coo Ca Choo

                                       

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.”