When I think of music I have fond memories of my
grandfather playing his harmonica while all five of us, his granddaughters,
would sing. My grandmother would sing
too but she would always have her favorite song. I can still her voice ringing in my ears “No
Pops! Play” …whatever song she wanted to sing that night. It was always so much fun and embedded in all of us the joy of music. We would
mostly sing religious songs like the oldie “Church in the Wildwood” which
instilled in me the love of Christian music. It brings such peace to my soul to
hear the comforting words written by others who seem to know exactly what I
need to hear at that particular time. Sometimes I feel as though the words were
written just for me.
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