The First Song

The first song Mother taught me as a toddler; Dad was doing a alot of evangelistic work conducting revivals each week and pastoring at Midway BC. I would jump in the car each night; sit on the front pew until he would always have me come up before his messages, stand me up on the communion table where everyone could see me and I would sing away, Back to the front pew I could go, curl up and go to sleep. (How I did that I have no clue–just say Dad was not a mellow, solemn preacher That was time with my Dad that will be forever sealed into my amazing childhood memory. #whatadaythatwillbe