Get social with me
Welcome!

Thank you for stopping by Grandma's Briefs, where I write on the good, bad and humorous of being a baby boomer, grandparent, parent to adult children, wife and writer. Peruse the place, leave a comment or two, and feel free to email me any time at Lisa@GrandmasBriefs.com.

Meet the family

grandparents
Jim (long-time hubby) and Lisa (me)

sisters
Andrea (youngest daughter) and Brianna (oldest daughter)

 mom and dad
Preston (son-in-law) and Megan (middle daughter)

grandsons and brothers
Mac, Jak and Bubby — Bloggy nicknames of Gramma's stars (children of Megan and Preston)

 

 

Search Grandma's Briefs
Visit the Back Room

Go to Grandma's Back Room for reviews, giveaways, sponsored posts and more!


Read more from Lisa on...

Tweet with me
Exercise your brain

Grandma's Briefs Memory Match


Exclusively for Grandma's Briefs from Cranium Crunches

I covered...

starz denver film festival official logo

 

BlogHer '13 Voices of the Year People's Choice — Humor

Peruse the archives
Share your thoughts
This form does not yet contain any fields.
    Grab a button

    Grandma’sBriefs.com

    <a href="http://grandmasbriefs.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://grandmasbriefs.squarespace.com/storage/GrandmasBriefslogobutton125X125.jpg" alt="Grandma’sBriefs.com" width="125" height="125" /></a>

     

    Grandma’sBriefs.com

    <a href="http://grandmasbriefs.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img src="http://grandmasbriefs.squarespace.com/storage/GRANDsocialbutton.jpg " alt="Grandma’sBriefs.com" width="125" height="125" /></a>

     

    Privacy policy

    I do not share personal information with third parties nor do I store information I collect about your visit to Grandma's Briefs for use other than to analyze content performance through the use of cookies, which you can turn off at any time by modifying your Internet browser's settings. I am not responsible for the republishing of the content found on this blog on other Web sites or media without my permission. This privacy policy is subject to change without notice.

     

    « The Saturday Post: Scared silly edition | Main | 5 jobs I would take even if they didn't pay much »
    Friday
    Jan182013

    Friday fun: Keep Your Heart Young

    I heard this song—this artist, actually—for the very first time yesterday. Where have I been?

    I really enjoy this song and thought you might, too. Just a little something sweet and simple for Friday.

    Keep Your Heart Young — Brandi Carlile

    My grandpa gave me a wheat penny and I kept it in my pocket

    Had big plans in my backyard to build me a space rocket

    Talked to my brother on a fake CB that I made from a tic-tac box

    Packed my snowballs nice and tight and in the middle I put rocks


    Don't trade in your tic-tac box for a ball on the end of the chain

    And don't go spending grandpa's pennies buying into the game

    You gotta keep your heart young

    Don't go growin' old before your time has come

    You can't take back what you have done

    You gotta keep your heart young

     

    Dad took the wheels off of my bike and he pushed me down a hill

    But speed got the best of me and I took my first spill

    That was back when alcohol was only used on cuts

    Stung like hell so I shook my leg and mama said it would give me guts

     

    Don't trade in your tic-tac box for a ball on the end of the chain

    And don't go spending grandpa's pennies buying into the game

    You gotta keep your heart young

    Don't go growing old before your time has come

    You can't take back what you have done

    You gotta keep your heart young

     

    So take a picture of the one you love and put it in a locket

    Go dig up your time capsule and the blueprints for your rocket

    Keep in touch on a fake CB and that same old tic-tac box

    Pack your snowballs a little less tight but in the middle still put rocks

     

    And keep your heart young

    Don't go growing old before your time has come

    You can't take back what you have done

    You gotta keep your heart young


    You gotta keep your heart young

    Sometimes you don't die quick

    Just like you wished you'd done

    The love is a loaded gun

    You've gotta keep your heart young

    You can't take back what you have done

    You gotta keep your heart young

    # # #

    Today's question:

    What's one of your treasured memories of your grandfather?

    PrintView Printer Friendly Version

    EmailEmail Article to Friend

    Reader Comments (8)

    Nice! Brandi Carlile is quite a talent.

    January 18, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterTerry

    Great song!

    January 18, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterKate

    She is quite a talent, you can understand every word. Nice song, thanks.

    January 18, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterAnn

    I can't listen to it yet -- but love the lyrics! And very true -- we have to stay young at heart!

    January 18, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterGrandma Kc

    Loved this soooooo much! Thanks for sharing. I won't be forgetting this for a very long time. Very cool.

    January 18, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterTerri Sonoda

    Love that song, thanks for posting!

    Fondest memories of my grandfathers.......hanging out with my paternal grandfather at the golf course he worked at and caddying for him at age 9. Sitting with my maternal grandfather in his favorite chair (even though there was not much room for two) and watching TV.

    January 18, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterDebbie E.

    My paternal grandpa always made us into wheelbarrows and would "push" us around the house. That, and he played the mandolin.

    My maternal grandpa always called us his 'duckies," and remembered us with a card and a $2 bill every Valentine's Day. So simple and so sweet.

    Love the lyrics to this song. I hadn't heard it either.

    January 18, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterBarbara

    My maternal grandfather would make little wooden benches and cricket cages for us in his garage. They would just appear without a word. His name was Andrew and he truly was a saint...a good, good man who feared the Lord and never had a bad word to say about anybody (grandma took care of that part!) We adored them both and according to them, my two sisters and I could do no wrong (although we did!)

    January 18, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterJoyce
    Comments for this entry have been disabled. Additional comments may not be added to this entry at this time.