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Thursday, March 28, 2013
The Lily of the Valley
I grew up in a family of hillbillies. My grandparents were from northern Arkansas, and we traveled there a lot to visit.
One of the things that was most important in their lives was the little country church they attended. Dad used to call it a Holy Roller church, and he told stories of people speaking in tongues, weeping and wailing, and all manner of miraculous things that took place during the services.
The thing that impressed me the most, however, was the music.
I've never been much of a Country-Western fan, but gospel music like this brings me right back to that little church in the country...