PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES

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It was an old World War I song.



Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and

Smile, smile, smile …

While you’ve a Lucifer to light your way

Smile boys, that’s the style.

What’s the use of worrying

It never was worthwhile … SO …

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and

Smile, smile, smile!


That’s what I’d like to do. Pack all my troubles, all my worries, all my fears for the future and my life and my loved ones in that old kit bag or suitcase or trunk or whatever. Then, with a light heart and dancing feet, trip off into the sunshine.

Pity that life doesn’t really work that way, isn’t it?

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18 replies

  1. I think you need a worry box, and I am just the gal to make you one. You take a box (or container of some sort), and anytime you have a passing worry, you write it down on a slip of paper and put it in the box. It is supposed to take some of the worry away, like you are putting it away and shutting a lid on it. Paper box will be forthcoming…give me a little time. πŸ™‚

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    • That’s what my dreams seem to be for. Worrying. Last night all my favorite dead relatives dropped by to tell me a secret that was going to really fix everything, but no one would tell me and then they disappeared and I woke up realizing that I would NEVER know that secret. Whatever it was. Is that fair? Worse, all those dead relatives looked younger than me.

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  2. Great song- great idea πŸ™‚

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  3. I’m pretty good these days at stuffing mine in the kit bag and kicking it into a corner while I distract myself with something else. It’s brutal, but it’s survival. Doesn’t always work, of course, but on the whole it keeps my blood pressure within normal limits. Maybe it’s also a back-handed benefit of living alone – I have the choice.

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    • Basically, that’s what I do. Sometimes, like today, it all breaks through and I have to find my way back to that place where I whatever is bothering me is packed away and zipped safely shut. And it doesn’t really matter whether you’re alone or not. This kind of stuff? You are ALWAYS alone.

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  4. I remember my mum often singing this song although strangely I don’t rememer the third line at all, nor do I remember if mum sang something different.
    The troubles don’t go away but I guess if we mentally pack them up out of sight we can have a break from thinking about them.

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    • The original third line was “While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag” because a fag was a cigarette. But the word has entirely changed meaning, so I changed the word. When you hear the song sung these days, mostly you hear that line changed. History doesn’t make it less offensive today. I remember when gay meant carefree and happy.

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      • Yes me too and I remember fag as slang for cigarette, still used here sometimes. I don’t remember that line at all. Mum was a bit deaf and if she didn’t pick up a word she’d just substitute another rather than admit she didn’t hear it so I may have only heard her version. I don’t think she’d have had a problem with fags or Lucifer.

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  5. And if you did remember breakfast, would you remember what you had? I think i’d need TWO kit bags for all of my worries.

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    • I think it’s a product of age. Each year, there are more things to worry about. Our health, money, the political mess, and plenty more. I worry about Garry. He worries about me. We both worry about everything separately and together. No wonder we can’t remember things. We’ve got all our circuits busy with worrying.

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  6. I don’t have “one good-sized suitcase of troubles”! That worries me.

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  7. I completely agree. Life has again taught me a lesson. Once a astrologer told me that people will ditch you for whom you will out of your way. After so many instances I start believing now but still I work with 100% dedication to get kicked at the end. Still lot to learn.

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  8. I grew up with the song. I remember mum explaining that for her a Lucifer was just a match with which the cigarettes were lit. Although I looked it up just now and it seems to originate from Hebrew. I knew what the kit bag was, they did not bother with suitcases for the soldiers, it wouldn’t have gone down well in the trenches. As for the troubles, at the moment I am digesting them when they might arrive.

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    • I don’t know anyone who doesn’t have at least one good-sized suitcase of troubles they wish they could pack and and send off into the netherworld. I know you’re worrying about your dad. We’ve got our own bag of woes. But that’s life, isn’t it?

      The teachers I had in elementary school were all World War One vets. The songs they taught us in chorus were the songs the soldiers sang in the trenches. Funny that I can remember all of them, so many years later when I can’t remember if I had breakfast πŸ™‚

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