Sometimes I wonder if  other families spent  their day out like we did. I always enjoyed the way we  spent our  Sundays. My  kids, some of them,  anyway, would rather spend the day with their  friends than with their family.  After they became teenagers that  is.  So did we, by then, I  guess.  When you are very young, you love to be with your mama and daddy,  even  brothers and sisters.

 

Anyway,  we would go for  drives. Daddy would just drive along on the country  roads. Going nowhere, but we  didn't care, it was fun. I can't remember seeing  any other traffic.  I wonder what other families did?  We would drive, stop at a  grocery store, pick  up baloney, bread and soda pops, then find a shade tree and  have  a picnic.

 

Usually,  as we were  driving, Daddy and Mama would sing their country songs.  I  remember them as being very good. Mama, especially. Sorry  Daddy. I remember  Mama singing by herself. I don't think Daddy sang by himself.  He  sounded good with Mama though.

I could never carry a  tune although I surely tried--a lot!

 

One of my brothers still  remembers the name  of one of the songs he heard me trying to sing. He thinks it was  my  favorite. He says it must have been. I was singing it all the  time. I told him no, it was not  my favorite. Not  now and not then.  It  just happened to be  popular at the time, and I was trying to learn  to sing. I picked that one because  it was easy to remember.   You can't  sing if you don't  know the words, can you? I can't.  Whoa! He remembers that  song? That was forty,  forty-five years ago. It really must have made an  impression on  him!  Luke actually e-mailed me the words and music to "MR SANDMAN"!

  He's into Genealogy.  Everyone knows that those people are all obsessed to bringing the past back to life.

 

My  brothers all have musical talent. They play guitars and harmonicas. They can sing, and they get  better as the night wears on. I never get any better though.  I still wish I could sing, but I have accepted that I will never remember all the words, even when they're written on a paper bag.