Come on, Everbody.  Let’s go have Thanksgiving,” called Mandy standing at the top of the stairs after the meal was completed and dishes “sort of” taken care of.  She was about four years old: I have no idea why she thought our singing was what “Thanksgiving” was.  Could she have remembered from the year before?  But that statement does show the importance singing was in our holiday times.  Other anxious participants were happy to follow her direction.

Mother’s basement was pleasant and ideally fitted for family gatherings. There sat the piano along with a guitar or two,  generally an accordion and a trumpet.  Clyde played the guitar; Carl the guitar or trumpet; LaVada, Verna, Vicky, Karen rotated piano playing.

We sang a variety of songs but for pure fun and heart-touching words, nothing could beat the Albert Brumley style and words.  “This World is not My Home,”  “It’s an Unfriendly World to Me.”  “I’ll Fly Away,”  “He Set Me Free,” “I’d Rather Be an Old Time Christian,” “I’ll Walk in the New Jerusalem Way.”  “I’m Bound for That City,” and “I’ll Meet You in the Morning.” Songs of dedication, victory, and heaven.

June Carter Cash wrote “There is Going to be a Meeting in the Air…..in the sweet, sweet bye and bye…going to meet you, meet you over there…in our home beyond the sky.  Such singing you will hear…”

Well June Carter Cash, Albert Brumley, Amy Rodgers Venter – we are coming.  Get the songbooks ready for us to have Thanksgiving – per Mandy’s style!!











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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  1. shoreacres says:

    Don’t forget “Where the Soul of Man Never Dies”. It’s one of the best — almost as good as “Workin’ on a Building”!

    • oneta hayes says:

      Oh, yes. Everybody sings,”Where the soul (and the harmony comes in on “of men”) never dies.” And that building has a true foundation – the blood stained banner for my Lord! Do you know if that song originated in the cotton fields? It seems similar to the Negro Spiritual genre. I’ll turn to Wikipedia.

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