As I have mentioned so often, I love to rock. The old rocking chair is one of my favorite friends. I guess I will be pretend traveling again some day, but meanwhile I am enjoying precious memories as I rock in the old rocking chair.
I have precious memories of sitting on the steps of the front porch of my special Langley cousins who were very musical. Dot was several years older than me and a fine singer. OB was one year older, and Wayne was one year younger. We were all of grammar school age. Most of those precious memories involve our harmonizing together as OB played the guitar as a beginner.
I remember Aunt Altie and Uncle Oscoe would treat us to light bread and "bolony" sandwiches,
I'LL FLY AWAY was popular with both of our families. Dot, OB, Wayne and I sang with gusto hitting that high note...I'LL... (3 beats) with all the volume we could.
My cousins were sort of shy when conversing; but they really let go when singing. OB has died and Wayne is no longer in good health. But my precious memory of them and our times together singing remain forever strong!
After Aunt Altie's funeral many years later, the cousins and I were talking outside the chapel and agreed that the song wasn't fun anymore. My own mother had died a few years before Altie; now every word of the hymn was so moving and true to what we felt.
IF I COULD HEAR MY MOTHER PRAY AGAIN.
So it is time to get out of the rocking chair and pretend to do a little work around here.
But I am singing; you bet I am singing.
Love, annie in memphis
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Here it is September 27, 2012. I just read this again. It was such a pleasure to relive a memory of such wonderful relatives!!!! All TRUE..NOTHING FICTION HERE. LOVE, ANNIE
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