Songs I Thought I Knew

Thinking about the hymn, “Fairest Lord Jesus,” reminded me of when I was a little girl in the Children’s Choir. We were all practicing and I was the youngest one there. I was excited to sing the hymn and thought I knew all the words.

So, I proudly sang, “Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands, robbed in the blooming garb of spring.”

The choir director stopped all of us and corrected a girl a few years older than me.

“Shannon, the word is robed not robbed.”

Thankfully, she didn’t know that I had made the same mistake.

As a teenager, I heard the lyrics for a country song, “Lucille.” It certainly didn’t make a lot of sense to me but I think I would have left you too, if you had given me “four hundred children” and a crop in the field. (thank you, Kenny Rogers)

Dad was very careful with monitoring our television watching in the evenings and “Hee Haw” was a program that we were not supposed to watch. Every now and then I turned the channel and caught snippets of the show.

I understood why Dad thought it was inappropriate because the men would all sit on the porch, with a dog at their feet and sing, “Where oh where are you tonight? Why did you leave me here all alone? I searched the world over and thought I found true love… LET another and “poof” you was gone.”

Any show that openly sang about passing gas probably was inappropriate and “vulgar.”

Anyone else ever made these types of mistakes?

Guess there’s a reason I have a hearing aid, now

Mom’s Idol

Our first year of marriage, Ross got me an antique white bowl and pitcher with pinkish red flowers. As the kids were growing up, we found an old wood washstand that fit it and the antique piece stood in an area in the house that was somewhat in the walkway.

With four young children, I was often anxious that the bowl and pitcher might get broken. As the kids grew, the bowl and pitcher became affectionately known as “Mom’s idol.”

I always wanted the children to know that they were truly more precious to me than any material possession. So one day, I thought through very clearly what I wanted to say to make sure that they knew how much I loved them.

Somberly, I stated, “In all seriousness, I want you kids to know that I value the bowl and pitcher more than all four of you put together.”

My words were all jumbled but I didn’t realize it.

Their shocked faces caught me off-guard so in order to emphasize the point, I repeated what I said. “I’m being totally serious. I want you kids to know that I value the bowl and pitcher more than all of four of you put together.”

When they burst out laughing and told me EXACTLY what I said, I couldn’t believe it. So, it became the running joke…”We knew it all along, Mom. The bowl and pitcher is more valuable than all of us, except for Dad.”

Dyed Hair

DCP_2029I was at the grocery store with my long silver hair pulled back in a ponytail. I had on a large coat and was reaching over to put potatoes in my cart, when I turned around. An elderly black man looked strangely at me as he had been ready to assist me.

He gasped, “Oh, I thought you was ancient!”DCP_2030

Shocked, his wife, also white-haired, stood and gently slapped his arm, protesting wildly to me, “No, your face is young! Your face is young!”

I promptly returned home and had Ross color my hair. If an elderly black couple, easily in their late seventies, thought that I was “ancient” at forty-one, then the silver hair had to go.

Ross kept out one streak of gray, since he said I’d had that when he met me and he felt that coloring all of my hair black would be too stark. For two
weeks, I had the most incredible jet black hair and I felt young again.



Then we went to Florida. I swam in the ocean and in the pool. I showered in the chlorinated water. Upon returning to Texas, I noticed my hair had red in it and then it changed to purple, reddish brown and no longer the lovely jet black it had been. I called a local salon. The lady informed me,


“All brunettes have red in their hair. It just doesn’t show up until you dye it. But since you colored your hair naturally, you can either go back to your salon and have them bleach and re-color it or you can just wait for it to grow out naturally.”

Through tears, I asked Ross to cut my hair. He was so compassionate as the locks fell to the floor. In fact, he had one of the kids sweep so I wouldn’t see how much was gone. Where it had been almost to my waist, now it was cut to my shoulders.

Several weeks into the growing out process, my 11 year old son looked at me. “Mom, it’s a good thing that you’re not a vain woman.”DCP_2237

Rather surprised I responded, “Why is that?”

“Because your hair looks hideous.”

Leave it to kids to tell you the truth.