By Wade Martin Hughes, Sr. Kyfingers@aol.com
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord.
Wow, what kids today are missing? They travel across the nation and have a DVD or a Nintendo in the SUV, and they never look out the window to see where they have been.
We have a friend that has 4 different TV’s in the vehicle, as the kids can’t agree on what to watch.
Our entertainment was to get the fiddles, mandolins, guitars, saxophone, clarinet, and bass fiddle and as the sun went down,
we gathered on the front porch, the neighbors gathered around. And we would play and sing music until way up in the night.
We might take a break and chase lightning bugs. There was a bucket of cool water and a metal dipper, everyone would just
take a drink. There were pigs down the hill, we loved to slop them.
We would not use the porch light as it gathered bugs, and when the music really got going tears might flow, so it was better
to be in the dark. Every now and then, the music would stop, and someone would tell a story and we would all laugh.
Sometimes, a jar of dill pickles would come out and we would suck on the pickle. Chewing gum was a treat.
If someone was sick in the community we would carry our music to their house, and sing for them.
Old people liked different songs than us. They loved to sing, I have heard of a land on that far away strand, tis a beautiful home
of the soul; built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die... Never grow old, never grow old ...
Us kids always wondered, what is so bad about getting old?
The singers would always separate by parts, the tenors together, the bass men on the left. Every now and then we would
just stop the music and everyone would sing a capella.
Some of the old men would stop us and correct us, --- they would say it is--- Doe doe sow me fa, and we would work through that.
The time on the porch was a touch of heaven coming down.
The bass fiddle was over 6 feet tall. It just barely fit into the old 1961 red ford that we had. We had to roll all the windows down
to get the bass fiddle in the car. The head of the neck touched the wind shield, the rubber pad on the leg touched the back
window. The family all sat around the bass. I on the left, and my older brother on the right. Little Tim had to sit under the back of
the bass. Often we sang as we traveled.
We went to electric equipment and got a 1965 blue Plymouth Station Wagon, we were really up town then.
Back then schools did an Assembly with a Bible lesson. We would do some of these. My older brother played the sax and clarinet,
I the guitar or bass, and dad the guitar or mandolin. We would play a few songs, and Dad would give a lesson.
I remember many of them. One was... A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches. One lesson was How shall I do in
the swelling of the Jordan? The whole school was out for the gathering. Wow, how things have changed?
We had a car that Dad would have to cut the tongue out of the shoes to make a part with the leather.
Grandpa Hughes gave my older brother and I a tobacco plant a piece, we took it home to Cincinnati and planted it. We were so
proud of those two tobacco plants, we had wet newspapers around the roots. As we drove the several hours home from the farm,
my brother and I discussed what we were going to do with all the money from our cash crop. We had dad watch for what kind of car
he wanted. We had Mom watch for which house she wanted. My brother and I were going in together and buy Mom the house and
dad the car with our profits from the two tobacco plants.
Dad decided on a Thunderbird! We said, Sure, Dad! Mom picked out this house with big ...
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