Throwback Thursday seems to be pretty popular. For those who may have missed Throwback Thursday, it’s fairly simple: you post an old photo of you or a loved one with little to no comment. Recently, I’ve been thinking about my childhood and ended up on a few trips down good ol’ Memory Lane. To share some of those memories, I decided to do Memory Monday. I can’t really say I’m “starting” Memory Mondays since it very well could be a thing out there in the vastness of the ‘net. Whatever…here we go!
My grandfather’s sister lived in the next house up the “holler” (for you proper speakers, that would be a hollow) and she was a little old lady all my life. She was a very religious, devout woman. She wore dresses exclusively, never cut her hair, didn’t wear make up, no piercings, wouldn’t allow playing cards in her house, and had a Bible nearby at all times. She did watch TV though and some of her favorite shows were The Love Boat and Knight Rider. I’d spend hours in the summer sitting on her porch talking to her. She would sit in her rocking chair and I’d take up the porch swing.
This particular day, she was rocking and I was swinging and I had apparently decided to sing to her. I wish I could remember the words to the “song” I was singing for her, but I was making it up as I went. It was a song about a red-breasted robin if I recall correctly, but that’s all I remember. Once I wrapped up my song, she said, “You have a very pretty voice, Marsha. You should be a singer and sing about Jesus when you get older.” To which I replied, “Nah, when I grow up, I’m gonna be a singer, but I’m going to sing devil songs.”