Growing up, the kitchen was (and still is) the heart of our home.
It’s where we cooked, cleaned up, finished school projects, ironed, held meetings, played board games, practiced 4-H speeches and always … always sang along to the radio.
There are songs from that time that stick in my memory as “kitchen songs” – ones I first heard on Mom’s a.m. radio (we lived too far in the country to pick up an f.m. signal).
Songs by Ray Price and Conway Twitty, Gordon Lightfoot and Don Williams. Tammy Wynette, Kenny Rogers, Ann Murray and always a dose of Willie Nelson thrown in for good measure.
I’ve written before that I grew up at the racetrack, and I’ve written of the friends I’ve lost from there. But what I didn’t connect until recently was how our kitchen and that world were bridged by music.
You see, one summer, a highly winning mare we’d raised went to stay at a neighboring farm for breeding purposes. Well, it seems another owner came to pick up his mare and took ours by mistake. Unbeknownst to us, that sweet filly took a road trip, cross country and ended up in the mountains of British Columbia. Was Dad ever surprised when he went to load her into the trailer and found the black beauty waiting for him was not his racing champion.
Thankfully, we found her, and she was brought back to us safely.
The summer this occurred, Willie had a hit song playing on our kitchen radio, and every time I hear it, I’m transported back to the family farm, a Formica table and a mare who went … “On the road again.”
Did your family home have a kitchen radio? What was it playing?
*Hubbs and I saw Willie Nelson at the Circle Theater in Houston, Texas and yes I sang along to every song. :)