tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076649.post3417808531782886102..comments2023-10-24T04:27:01.992-04:00Comments on 23 Acres of Black Dirt: Refrain and Refrainingsharecropperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15138522185303347235noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076649.post-1726463469271909212012-02-14T12:53:28.225-05:002012-02-14T12:53:28.225-05:00ShareCropper... I've got a 94 year old friend ...ShareCropper... I've got a 94 year old friend that says her father sang a song to her that started "out on the glad hills of God’s glory, moving in rapturous throng, the saints are rehearsing their story, singing a wonderful song." which you mention in your blog. Could you tell me who wrote it or who sang it? I'm trying to find a recording for her...to bring back positive memories of her father...<br />THANK YOU! dr_psych_out@yahoo.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076649.post-54741161610730136202007-02-24T22:29:00.000-05:002007-02-24T22:29:00.000-05:00I've also learned that I can't play an instrument,...I've also learned that I can't play an instrument, but I can sing. My collection of hymnals and songbooks covers at least three shelves. Some so old they are falling apart; some so new they've not been opened. But, ah, what joy in hearing them in my head...and singing when I can.sharecropperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15138522185303347235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076649.post-51118445591131428192007-02-24T12:08:00.000-05:002007-02-24T12:08:00.000-05:00Amen.I, too, cuss like a sailor -- grew up a Navy ...Amen.<BR/><BR/>I, too, cuss like a sailor -- grew up a Navy brat. I try to refrain.<BR/><BR/>I wish my mom had played hymns for me. She didn't play anything, and I never learned to play a musical instrument, either. Maybe I will.Saint Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00298965010639742246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076649.post-31675471330727705802007-02-24T11:35:00.000-05:002007-02-24T11:35:00.000-05:00You had a mother that played hymns on the piano fo...You had a mother that played hymns on the piano for you; i have a mother & had a grandmother who encouraged me to play hymns for them on the piano. When the family gathers for holidays, there is usually still someone assembling us around to sing together. Good memories that have sent out deep roots.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for sharing.Roryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05033349799774692900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076649.post-19777093796745692432007-02-23T23:37:00.000-05:002007-02-23T23:37:00.000-05:00So, Share Cropper, you cuss, too. You are not alo...So, Share Cropper, you cuss, too. You are not alone.<BR/><BR/>You had a drunk for a father. You are not alone.<BR/><BR/>You retain traces of bigotry. You are not alone.<BR/><BR/>I wish I'd had a mother who played hymns on the piano for me. That I did not have.<BR/><BR/>I am refraining from eggs for Lent, but from an ulterior motive. I'm going to have a cholesterol test in a few weeks, and I have heard that eggs can make the count spike. I'm not sure that's true.<BR/><BR/>I love eggs, but I will try to refrain from them throughout Lent, although my test will come before Lent is over. We shall see.June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.com