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Post by bluehen on Feb 27, 2020 20:33:08 GMT
For Hero or any other SEC land confederates......A southern girl's song
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Post by doc on Feb 28, 2020 15:11:27 GMT
Beautiful voice, thanks for sharing, Hen!
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Post by tigercpa on Feb 28, 2020 16:06:47 GMT
What a sweet voice!
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Post by Bevo on Mar 3, 2020 19:05:42 GMT
For Hero or any other SEC land confederates......A southern girl's song
I missed this, while vacationing last week in Cozumel with a group of 28 people. We were celebrating 50th and 60th birthdays for two of our great neighbors. That 50 yr old had a few friends (not me) that are TOTALLY CRAZY. But, not me... Very beautiful song, photo, and voice. It must be comforting to have such a library of things to listen to. Or, do you find it hard? |
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Post by bluehen on Mar 3, 2020 21:40:47 GMT
Surely miss sweet Donna, Bevo, but yes the musical library of memories are precious to me. I feel a mix of sorrow and pride when listening. I've found about 20 songs on various CDs that she recorded on featuring either her lead or harmony singing. I've sat up all night mesmerized listening to Donna and Jina ( the other voice here) playing and singing old time duets at our kitchen table. They had a sibling like vocal blend, imo.
I'll soon share mrs Hen doing an old mountain style, a Capella interpretation of an 18th century hymn which is about my favorite.....like she's singing her own epitaph.
Anyway, thanks for the nice comments, men.
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Post by Bevo on Mar 3, 2020 22:40:17 GMT
Many Years ago, my sister’s husband was tragically killed in a wreck on his way to work, early in the morning. At the time, they had 3 children: ages 9, 4, and 1. That day was my sister’s 35th birthday. It was a rough time.
My sister was working as a writer for a local newspaper. She wrote a weekly column, first person. I loved it. She usually wrote about very personal, family things... typically with humor. She deviated a couple of times to write articles about dealing with grief. I’ve saved a couple... for more than 30 years now. Maybe, I’ll send you a copy. They’re generally uplifting. :-)
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Post by bluehen on Mar 4, 2020 0:02:30 GMT
Tragic event there in your family history, Bevo...so sorry, but yeah, I guess mementos are good to have.......thanks.
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Post by doc on Mar 4, 2020 14:38:44 GMT
Many Years ago, my sister’s husband was tragically killed in a wreck on his way to work, early in the morning. At the time, they had 3 children: ages 9, 4, and 1. That day was my sister’s 35th birthday. It was a rough time. My sister was working as a writer for a local newspaper. She wrote a weekly column, first person. I loved it. She usually wrote about very personal, family things... typically with humor. She deviated a couple of times to write articles about dealing with grief. I’ve saved a couple... for more than 30 years now. Maybe, I’ll send you a copy. They’re generally uplifting. :-) Wow, my wife's family has a similar story. She comes from a family of 5 siblings and at Easter back in 1966 they all went to visit their grandparents in Peoria - her dad was from Peoria. On the way home the were involved in a fatal accident - their mom was killed instantly and their dad died 6 months later after never regaining consciousness. None of the kids were injured - ages 7, 6, 5, 3 and 2. The kids were split up between their mother's siblings - the 3 girls went to live with their mother's sister (and husband) who already had 4 children and the 2 boys went to live with their mothers brother (and wife), who had 3 sons of their own. They kept the siblings very close and today they are as close as you could ever imagine siblings being. Ironically, the uncle who raised my wife's brothers passed away over the weekend at the age of 89 - he was the last living elder of her family - his wife died 2 years ago and my wife's adopted parents (aunt and uncle) have been gone close to 10 years. Amazing how they took this tragic accident well over 50 years ago and turned it into a beautiful story of love and commitment. |
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Post by Bevo on Mar 4, 2020 15:49:24 GMT
We lived in the same town as them when this happened. My Brother-in-Law was probably my closest friend. He was really like the older brother I never had. I was with my sister that morning when she had to tell the kids. The two little ones clearly had no real understanding. But, the 9 year old did. Seeing the realization come over his face was easily the worst moment of my life... worse than my Mom's passing, worse than the many horrible things I might have done and been ashamed of. It's a memory I WISH I could forget, but know I never will.
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