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Making Precious Memories

Thursday, May 17, 2012

One of my earliest memories as a child was riding home from "town" back to our house in the country. Those were days long before child restraints or even seat belts were available as safety devices. I would be cuddled on my Mom's lap and she and Daddy would sing all of the old cowboy songs they knew by heart, of course adding all the appropriate "twang" to make the song special to me. I loved those old songs and I loved hearing them sing together although I'm not sure either one of them were singing on tune. Eventually I would fall asleep, but when we crossed the steel Tilton river bridge that rattled loud enough to wake the dead, I would rouse knowing we weren't far from home. Daddy would carry me into the house and put me to bed carefully tucking me in.

Fast forward sixty-three years and Daddy is driving his pick-up truck in heaven. Momma is now eighty-five and losing her memories at a rapid pace. Tonight as we came home from dinner Mom & I sang it loud, right along with Roy Acuff, not missing any words, 'Wreck on the Highway'.

"Who did you say it was brother?
Who was it fell by the way?
When whiskey and blood run together
Did you hear anyone pray?

I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother
I didn't hear nobody pray
I heard the crash on the highway
But, I didn't hear nobody pray.

When I heard the crash on the highway
I knew what it was from the start
I went to the scene of destruction
And a picture was stamped on my heart.

There was whiskey and blood all together
Mixed with glass where they lay
Death played her hand in destruction
But I didn't hear nobody pray.

I wish I could change this sad story
That I am now telling you
But there is no way I can change it
For somebody's life is now through.

Their soul has been called by the Master
They died in a crash on the way
And I heard the groans of the dying
But, I didn't hear nobody pray."

This is a night to remember because Mom can still sing and remember all the words and I am so grateful for this time together.

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NEILITHICMAN 5/17/2012 6:04PM

    Awesome. The safety regulations have killed a part of childhood I really enjoyed. I remember a whole bunch of us getting a ride in the trailer while dad was driving around. You wouldn't get away with that these days.

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