OLD AGE SIGN? ‘FRAID SO

Oneta 84

A BIT FROM THE PAST. I was about ten. Mon was ironing. I took the songbook in to her and asked her to listen to the songs that I knew in that book. I was so proud; I really knew a lot of them. She made no response that I remember but the incident etched a negative memory in me. I guess my singing wasn’t so hot! Of course, it could have been pretty good; most any mother would lose enthusiasm at a child wanting to sing ALL the songs in the book to her.

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Carl came to spend some time with us the other day.  Brought his guitar and sang some songs.  Mostly old favorites with Sammy and I joining in.  Or Sammy at least joined in; I found again that there is not much ability to sing left in me.  That is, ability to sing out loud.  The Lord knows I sure do want to.

I remember when my mom pretty much quit singing.  I mostly was aggravated at her.  Family sing-a-longs without mother singing was not my cup’a tea.  I still remember her sitting on the end of the sofa – but not singing.  Most of her life she sang soprano; but later she switched to alto quite a bit.  Well now, Mom, I know why!

But there are still songs in the heart.  And I find that I hum more now when I am alone.  Songs still come in the night and I still awake with songs playing in my head –  often songs I haven’t heard for years.  For a few nights, I’ve been blessed by “The Nail Scarred Hand” (1924 by B. B. McKinney)

Psalm 42:8  Yet the LORD will command his loving kindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

 

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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11 Responses to OLD AGE SIGN? ‘FRAID SO

  1. atimetoshare.me says:

    God hears our heart songs too❤️❤️

  2. Faye says:

    wOW! Thank you for this blog. yes indeed God can hear even our silent songs of worship and prayer. The Links and the other sharing I found this morning have blessed my day. Thank you sincerely. The Ravi man from Community Christian Church and the link blew me away with his absolute certainty, theological understanding and passionate response to the homo-sexual issue. What a great link. also the beauty of the nail scarred hands reminded me of the Truth of what we as Believers have in our lives. Blessings!

  3. I totally understand switching from soprano to alto! Age has a way of doing that.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Fortunately the oxygen level in my lungs remains good. I need to do some breathing exercises probably. But I don’t know how to renew these vocal chords!

  4. I don’t think God is upset by our scratchy voices I think they are wonder and delight to Him. Sing!

  5. Know what you mean about switching to alto!

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