With National Poetry Month behind us, I need to get back to my novel, my work in progress. But I want to write more poetry! So, we’ll see what happens this month. Speaking of National Poetry Month, I will be taking down my poetry next Friday, so I hope you will check out my National Poetry Month 2021 page and read them before I remove them for use in other projects.
I am in the most challenging part of my book to write—the ending. I think I am procrastinating because I need to tie up all those loose ends and figure out how to get my heroine out of the dungeon. It will be fun to see where my characters take me. Many people plan and plot. I don’t. I’m a pantser—I write by the seat of my pants. So my characters surprise even me. It makes writing so fun!
As Mother’s Day approaches, beautiful memories of my mom wash over me, and I am thankful. Thankful for a mom who put us at the top of her list; showed us the love of Christ, carted the five of us kids to church each week, inspired many of her kids to learn to play instruments and sing.
Mom woke the household in the early days, singing hymns. She had a lovely voice. She taught me to read music using a hymnal in church. She sang the soprano, then alto, then the tenor and bass up an octave, pointing to the notes as she sang. Over the years, allergies messed with her voice, but she never stopped singing. She switched from soprano to alto and lastly to tenor. We sang hymns together in the kitchen while cooking or doing the dishes when I visited. She passed in December 2002. It took me about six months to sing without getting choked up. I still hear her harmony when I sing the old hymns.
My mom Jeri was from a large singing family. She was born the last of thirteen children in 1934—a time when there was no TV and radio was only on Saturday mornings. My grandpa played the guitar and wrote music, no doubt inspiring many of his children to do the same. I understand that he was a singing school teacher when he wasn’t working in the fields. The family entertained themselves with music. As far as I know, four out of 5 of my mom’s brothers played the guitar. They all sang. My mom played the ukulele and the autoharp. At least 5 wrote music, the most prolific, her brother Bill.
The gene of writing music passed to me and my brother Randy, my daughter Kolleen and Randy’s son Rickie. My brother Steve used to play guitar. I think two of his sons do now. My brother Scott used to play the drums, his daughter Laura loves to sing, and his son Scott Jr. is making his own music. Randy’s son Rickie is a fantastic singer. He plays guitar, bass, and drums, Marcus plays bass, Zach played drums for a while. Rickie’s son plays the guitar and sings. My daughters love to sing. Kolleen has a lovely voice. She writes music, plays piano, guitar, and ukulele. Nearly everyone in our family sings.
With thirteen children and 55 grandchildren (I’m number 55), and now, several family generations, you can imagine the instruments and singing at family reunions!
God gifts us with genetic traits that we should use for His glory. Many of the songs written by this family are songs of faith. A faith passed down from a grandma who sat on a cliff in the Ozark Mountains singing hymns with her best friend. A faith, shown by my mom to us. A faith I hope to spur on in you.
God bless and Happy Mother’s Day,