During this time my father was in a labor camp, for the crime of wanting to leave the country. Alone, and with few provisions, as my mother struggled to care for us, she was struck with inspiration. One day she went out to the back patio to do the wash and saw a cute little frog sitting by the door to the kitchen. My mother has always liked frogs, and this little frog by the kitchen door gave her an idea...
My father and I were very close, but I did not always get along with my mother, so even though she was a marvelous cook, I had never been interested in learning her cooking secrets. However, after my father’s death, I witnessed my mother’s severe deterioration and overwhelming sadness. Looking for a way to engage her, I had the idea to ask her to teach me how to cook like her...
I have mentioned before that my mother loved children. She doted on her daughters, her nephews and nieces and most of all her grandchildren. She played many games, and sang many songs to them. I also sing her songs and play the same games with my grandchildren.
You can substitue other names for Papa, Mama y Abuela. Maybe it is "Tia que da pesetas"
Palmitas: the palms of the hands are "palmas", "palmitas" makes it a diminutive. Clapping small hands together, or little hand claps.
Little hand claps made of butter, for Father who gives money
Little hand claps of barley, for Mother who gives nothing (*)
Little hand claps and big hand claps for Grandfather who gives doubloons (or gold coins)
(*) How preposterous to say that "Mother gives nothing"! Children's songs are crazy sometimes.
Here is a short video, with my sweet little granddaughter.