“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!!