Lola Memories

My most precious memories are of times we spent together as a family.
In the summer, after supper, we would all go out and sit on the front porch. Daddy would play the autoharp and we would sing the old hymns. I don't remember exactly but probably hymns like: "Shall we Gather at the River?" "There is Power in the Blood," "Near the Cross," "Let the Lower Lights be Burning."

I also remember Mama singing while she did her housework. Sometimes I can still hear her singing these words: "How tedious and tasteless the hours when Jesus no longer I see! Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers, have all lost their sweetness to me. The midsummer sun shines but dim; the fields strive in vain to look gay; but when I am happy with Him, December's as pleasant as May.”