Oh, what memories there are from our front porch. After supper was over, dishes washed, dried
and put away, the water buckets were filled and the cook wood box was
filled. The chickens were fastened up
and the slop jar was cleaned and placed beside the bed. Then, all feet were washed.
This was a special time for the Hatcher family. Mother would gather us all around. It was a time for closeness and calm. As our voices rang out across the clear clam
night air, we sang “Farther Along” and “Turn Your Radio On”. Mother would sing of a wreck on a Railroad
49, “Nashville Girl”, Put My Little Shoes Away”, and about “The Ginger Boo Man”. The neighbors would say that they listened
all night. That was how they knew that
all was well.
This is when and how I learned to sing harmony, and even
now when I hear a note, I hear the harmony.
I can’t sing the same note others sing, I sing in harmony. I have always wondered if that has something
to do with personality, also. A leader
is a leader, and then there’s me. Always
trying to keep things running smooth, and in harmony.
