Blogging 101—Lesson Three– Free write regarding three favorite songs.

I like many kinds of music, but my favorite genre is hymns.  Especially hymns written by Charles Wesley and Fanny Crosby.  There is no way I can point to a favorite among them.  I do like the kind that present much theological truth in them as opposed to the ones I consider to be rather light in doctrine.  So since I am eliminating myself from choosing particular hymns as my favorites, what is left?

For one, I particularly like two love songs of the 1950s; in fact, two love songs which were sung to me by my groom on my wedding day, July 5, 1953; they were “I Love You Truly” and “Always.”  This summer we will mark our sixty-second anniversary.  I guess those songs were evidence of a promise made and kept.

Several years ago I decided I wanted a particular song to be used during my funeral—a song that will celebrate my crowning achievement when I see Jesus, “Face to Face With Christ my Savior.”

So I’ve covered wedding and death, what about the middle part of my life?  I have had a lot of fun with a little chorus I sang to my granddaughters, and now to my great-granddaughters.  A simple repetitious tune that goes like this.  “Gramma loves Krissy, yes she does; gramma loves Krissy, yes she does; gramma loves Krissy, gramma loves Krissy, gramma loves Krissy, and (fill in the blank) does too.”  Krissy would give me names for the next round until we played out.  Then for the ending we would repeat Gramma loves Krissy, and end with “Jesus does too.”  And with great enthusiasm we would end with “And that’s the very best of all.”  This gramma’s lullaby.

With this I have fulfilled Lesson Three for blogging 101 April, 2015




About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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