My aunt and uncle from Florida were visiting Missouri the past week. We have a tradition that the whole family celebrates Easter when they come to visit. This year, we were only one week after the rest of the country. We all had a great time and ate lots of delicious food together, as is also our tradition.
The last night we were all together, my mom brought out some old pictures for us all to look through. I found some awesome ones of Toby and me when we were dating. We were both so hot back in the day...
Anyway, before we left for the night, Mom wanted us all to have what she called 'a singing." Now, my family is generally musical. My mother and sister have beautiful alto and soprano voices, respectively. I don't really sing much. The whole idea made me squirm a bit, and I considered leaving earlier to miss out.
My family was raised in the now-defunct Newtonia Methodist Church. It's where my Grandma and PaPa took their young family, and it's where Mom and Laural and I attended until I left for college. Lots of us have joined other faiths since: I'm Mormon, and we have Baptist, Church of Christ, and Christian Science members in the family.
Mom passed out a stack of hymnals that she was given when the old church shut down. We had about thee different versions, so finding each song was a challenge. We started to sing...I blushed a bit, and looked at the floor. It was tentative at first, but these were songs we all had known from infancy. I didn't even need to look at the words.
Those songs...I was a little girl, and sitting next to Grandma and PaPa again. Grandma would draw us little pictures to keep us entertained in church. She always drew jack-o-lanterns and cats, because that's what she knew how to draw. Grandma had a beautiful voice, and I loved to hear her sing at church and at home while she worked.
Since joining another church, I don't hear the songs from my childhood all that often. I'm so glad I stayed and participated. It was unexpectedly beautiful and nostalgic. Thanks, Mom.