All is well... glad to be back, sitting at the table. I see that Elmer is back too, from his latest hunting exposition. I'm still enjoying the time I had with my Mother and family. Made me think about how young some old folks are, and the reverse. My Mother is feeling mildly irritated because she hasn't learned to use a computer. She probably felt that way the first time she turned on an electric light. When I did a concert for the folks in Assisted Living, she asked me to do a song that I wrote about her and her family when she was a little girl. I hadn't sung the song in at least ten years... probably closer to twenty. I never thought it was a particularly good song, but when your Mom asks you to do something, you'd better do it.

Starts out:

Throw all the kids in the old hay wagon, and point the horse to town
The stones are loaded on the wagon floor and the blankets all turned down
The night is cold and the moon is full, and the horse he knows the way
And it won't be long 'till we get to town, and we all can hardly wait.

CHORUS:

And over in the corner, there's a fiddler, and the kids will all want to dance
And though Mom says "no," you know she'll go, if you give her just half a chance.

My Mother's Mother was actually a very strict "hard-shell" Baptist who thought that dancing and card playing was a sin. As I introduced the song, I said that my Grandmother never danced in her life, but she danced up a storm in the song.

"And when he swung her 'round the room, you could hear those floor boards creak.
And you'd swear she's having so much fun, it will last her for a week."

I never knew my Mother's Mother, as she died when my Mother was 13.   But, she's remembered in songs. "And the bible my Grandmother bought her last Christmas, that she gave to my Mother, now she's passed it on."

Good to think of the old times...

Jerry