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Just a closer walk

Growing up, we went to church on a regular basis.  Sunday School, choir, Christmas concerts, confirmation classes, you name it.

When getting ready on Sunday mornings, Mom always had the local country radio station on in the background.

So when I hear an old Gospel classic from days-gone-by, I’m transported back to shining pews with the lingering scent of Lemon Pledge, wearing my Mary Jane shoes and skipping towards the faces of dear ones who’ve long since left us.  And with the right song, that feeling can happen right in my kitchen.

my hometown church; it's closed now

my little hometown church; it closed years ago

 

Did you listen to Gospel music growing up?  What Hymn takes you home to the Church of your childhood?

“There is a sound that comes from gospel music that doesn’t come from anything else. It is a sound of peace. It is a sound of, ‘I’m going to make it through all of this.”~ Yolanda Adams

 

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  1. We share many similar childhood memories…On our way to church as a little kid, the car radio was playing the Sunday morning Czech party with polka music, so that detail is slightly different 😉 When I hear songs like this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKa27INBSTM , it takes me right back to the little country church I grew up in as well. The one I attended as a kid, is still open believe it or not..I almost went there this past Christmas eve, just for the experience. DM

    • Rich Ripley commented recently that he heard Polka music on the radio before church – and he’s from Iowa, too. Maybe you aren’t too far away from each other?

      Yes – so many similarities — and all good stuff!

      Loved the link you shared, thank you!! MJ

      • I think Rich is from the Cedar Rapids Iowa area (about 45 minutes from me) and if I were a betting man, he used to listen to Leo Greko and the Sunday Morning Czech party on WMT 😉 (I personally hated the stuff, but I was trapped in the back seat of the car on the way to Sunday School and church. I am more of a U2/ REO Speedwagon kind of guy

      • I think he is, too — and I will have to ask him about that Czech party 🙂

        I remember you writing of your love for U2 and REO 🙂 Have a great day! MJ

  2. Oh, there are just too many to name….! I began playing the piano in church at a very young age – probably early teens or even before. And there were certain hymns that I LOVED to play, mostly the fast tempo ones: When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder, Standing On The Promises, To God Be The Glory…. but I also liked It Is Well With My Soul, which is slower. We don’t attend church now, but when I have visited churches recently, it’s more contemporary with Christian choruses displayed by projection on a wall…Not quite the same!

    • I agree, too many to name. When I sit down at the piano they come back to me, ones I’ve not always been able to sing the words to, the melodies come along 🙂

      How neat that you played for church at such a young age – that is some pressure there!

      I still love to hear an old Hymn on either the pipe organ or piano but, like you said, that’s rarely the case any more. Now it’s drums and tambourines and kind of a “Boom-shang-a-lang” sound that I found disconcerting! MJ

  3. Singing as a family is what comes to mind more than singing at Church. We did not have a TV for several years and my family would regularly sing Gospel songs in our local languages in the evenings. For some reason the song that easily comes to mind is one about being ready to meet our Maker – one song that everyone at home hated because it made all of sad and so we rarely ever sang it. Singing the songs really made my family get closer to one another.

    • A wonderful tradition, singing with your family. I have fond memories of singing in the kitchen with Mom, and we’d vacillate btw Gospel and current songs, country and lots of harmony. She has a wonderful voice and singing with her honed my ear for music. Thank you for weighing in Zambian Lady 🙂 MJ

  4. lifeunderacarolinamoon

    Yes. I know the feeling. Every now and then the church I now attend as an adult will select a song from my childhood for us to sing and I am immediately transported back to my childhood church standing there in my Sunday best. This past Sunday the transport came via “Fill My Cup Lord”. I loved that I knew the words by heart and I closed my eyes and sang and remembered…

  5. We didn’t listen to gospel music at home, but we got plenty of church music at church. I remember way back in the seventies, there seemed to be a slight movement of change in our Catholic church as far as the worship music that was a part of the mass. There was a younger crowd of people involved in the music ministry and I remember enjoying that music. (Here’s the one song I really remember from that time: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CobNWUXb1M) But it wasn’t long before the church seemed to go back to more traditional music and I felt eternally bored!

    • I remember that song! And I remember that change in church music you wrote of … the Church I grew up in is still pretty traditional so the “newer” stuff didn’t catch on.

      Happy Saturday 🙂 MJ

  6. That would be “The Old Rugged Cross.” It’s a song I remember my grandma playing for me, because I liked it.

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