Today I read a few snippets of articles that talked about the value of scripture memorization when it comes to teaching kids about faith in Jesus and His word. That brought back memories of vacation Bible school in a small eastern Kansas town. The VBS teacher certainly encouraged scripture memorization. So, being the eager sort of nerd I was to … The rest of the story…
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Here’s a short story about how music and memories are closely connected. My Dad didn’t really go for high-priced vehicles. In fact, I don’t think he ever bought a new car. But I do remember a couple of times he got fairly close. Like his ’66 Chrysler Newport. And if you’re not familiar with it, the Newport was closer to … The rest of the story…
Wahoo McDaniel. Fritz von Erich. The Funk Brothers. These might not be household names to you. But back in the late 60’s, into the first couple years of the 70’s, they were known at my Dad’s house. Because they were wrestlers, and he enjoyed the comedy and drama of televised wrestling matches. But before I go any further, I want … The rest of the story…
Back when I was about 12 or 13, in the mezzaluna phase of the twentieth century, my Mom forced me to endure unfathomable torture. She drove me to a quiet hillside, out on the backroads of Eastern Kansas. And she turned off the ignition to the ’48 Chevy pickup, opened the driver’s door, stepped outside, and said, “OK, slide over … The rest of the story…
I remember, even way back in the 20th century when I was a kid, how pastors could get fire-and-brimstone fired up. And how they’d want some feedback. So, a lot of them would say something with particular emphasis and ask, “Can I get an Amen?” And somebody (or multiple somebodies) would shout, “Amen!” Of course, as a little kid, I … The rest of the story…
I’ve talked about how my parents split up when I was around 4. And I’ve talked about how my younger brother and I lived mainly with my grandparents (on Dad’s side) for a couple of years after that. But I’ve never mentioned how my Grandmother forced me to work all hours of the day and night. And how she made … The rest of the story…
Time flies. And time drags. And yet it’s all the same 24 hours every day. But circumstances are what can make those hours feel like they last forever. Or pass by in the blink of an eye. And events can happen to help you remember the day. Or cast it out of your head forever. It was 12 years ago, … The rest of the story…
Sunday morning memories I’ve mentioned, before, how much I loved those bacon, eggs, and toast days at my Grandparents house. Especially before we’d get ready for church. And this was back when families still did most things together. So, my Sunday morning memories include lots of together time. My Sunday morning memories might seem naive to a lot of … The rest of the story…
Starshine in Iris Forty-five years ago. It’s not possible. But it’s true. The year, 1975, was forty-five years ago. It was a significant year for me for several reasons. A few small. A few large. And I was still in the beginning stages of becoming a poet and a songwriter. In fact, the poem I’m about to share with you, … The rest of the story…
Gadget hacks and single tracks The first gadget hacks I remember doing were when I was a young kid. My brother and I used to record our voices…and silliness…on an Aiwa or Daiwa tape reel-to-reel recorder we got for Christmas one year. And that might have been a Christmas that helped shape the course of my creative life. Gadget hacks in … The rest of the story…
I don’t remember exactly the first time I ever wrote a goodnight song… …but it might very well be the one you’ll find the lyrics to below. This isn’t like my other lullaby songs for kids. In fact, this goodnight song wasn’t written for kids. Don’t worry…it’s still rated G. Very often, in my writing life, I’ve been asked, or … The rest of the story…