Nothing dates a person like her repertoire of songs. But, I fear my repertoire is dusty, dated, and part of a fading past. My post from a year ago, In the Gloaming was about eventide or early night and I mentioned a song by that name. True, it is a very old song and true, the […]
Oct 15, 2016
Make It Merry with Music
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Music has power. You don’t think so? In other days, armies marched with a song. In biblical times, music played such an important part that kings were instructed to send singers in front of an army. Guess what? The enemies were so taken off guard, they didn’t know what to do. King Saul was comforted when […]
Jun 18, 2016
A New Old Gift
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Although this is June, yesterday seemed like Christmas. My friend Fran sent a box of old books and piano music by way of mutual friends Susan and Rodney. I haven’t had a chance to delve deeply into the novels and recipe books yet, but I see dates like 1913 and 1940. One is a cookery […]
Jun 11, 2014
The Music of My Days
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Sometimes when things start to get me down, broken water pipe, stopped up drain, etc., I go to the piano and play the old songs. I mean the really old songs, “I Was Seeing Nellie Home”, “Darling Nellie Gray”, “Mocking Bird Hill”, “The Tennessee Waltz”; then, the not quite so old songs, “Til I Waltz Again […]
Oct 25, 2013
It’s a Mystery to Me
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Warning: This morning’s blog is really a result of my meandering mind. I wonder about many things which remain a mystery, at least, to me. However, if you choose to read on, let me assure you that I don’t believe my blog is injurious to your health. Life is full of mysteries, some big and […]
Oct 24, 2013
Changes
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Yesterday was one of those rare, glorious weather days in Northwest Arkansas and Northeast Oklahoma. It was a perfect day for a small excursion to the town of five generations of my family, the capital of the Cherokee Nation, Tahlequah. Trees were just beginning to turn colors, warmed by the sun in a cloudless sky. […]
