Mama sang too

I appreciate and enjoyed the comments on the singing post. That got me to remembering even more, and especially about my own Mother singing. Not that I have memories of mama sitting in a rocking chair with me in her arms, singing lullabies...but I'm sure she did. She was that kind of mother. 

Mama and daddy used to sing together. Mostly they sang hymns, and mostly it was when we were driving in the car. Shelby, Jackie, and I were young and riding in the back seat . It was absolutely beautiful, those hymns they sang together, to me anyways. Mama rode with her arm resting across the back of the seat and sometimes she would reach back and squeeze my hand, especially if daddy was fussing at us for arguing or scuffling around. 

You've probably seen this picture before. Mama used to play the piano and sing. Especially late afternoon before daddy got home from work. She played by ear...never had piano lessons. One of my favorite songs she played and sang was "The Old Spinning Wheel".  Sorry if you have read all this before...I just need to tell it again. You know how us old folks are...telling the same old stories over and over. :)

Anyhow, again, here it is, The Old Spinning Wheel...

Mama and daddy may have been listening to the radio in the car, way back then and singing along. I vividly remember the static on the car radio, the old AM station...and the voice saying, "you are listening to Cincinnati 101 Ohio". 

We were probably a couple years older then, than we are in this picture. If we got too rambunctious in the back seat of the car, mama would say, why don't you count horses and cows? But then there was an argument over who got to sit by the window. Remember counting horses and cows? If you spotted a white horse, you added 10 to your count. If you spotted a cemetery on your opponent's side of the road, you buried all their horses and cows.

I never figured out why mama laughed at me once when I yelled out "there's a cemetery"!  She go so tickled. What I thought was a cemetery was a big old brown church...made of wood that was never painted. The other time she laughed at me was when we drove past a field of hay piles and I asked why a tree was growing up in the middle of every pile of hay. You never forget your mama laughing at you. :)

Okay, I am headed outside to enjoy this wonderful beautiful sunny day. Thank you, if by some chance you are still here. Hope to be back soon.

Love,
Henny