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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Uncles/Aunts (04/17/08)

TITLE: Making Music
By Esther Phillips


Dad gassed up our well-used 1948 Ford car to make a rare trip to visit my grandparents. His sister was coming and bringing her family, too.

My brothers and I settled into the back seat for the long trip. The boys seemed indifferent about the trip. I, on the other hand, was full of excitement. It took a long time to make the trip in those days. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Dad drove the car into Grandma’s yard. She came running out of the house, squealing with delight and exclaiming, “Oh, I can’t believe you are really here!” Then she planted kisses on our cheeks and gave us big hugs.

It wasn’t long until my Aunt and Uncle arrived with their kids. Grandma ran out and repeated her earlier performance with my cousins.

Aunt Merle and my mother had both brought several dishes of food so they began to set the tables, with Grandma’s supervision of course. All of us sat down to eat the meal that was fit for a king. We had fried chicken, corn on the cob, a beautiful salad, and Mom’s lighter-than-a-feather homemade Angel Food Cake.

Aunt Merle started quizzing my brothers and me by asking, “How is school?” Grandma joined in with her own set of questions. My mother didn’t do a lot of talking. She was more of a quiet type.

After dinner was over and the dishes were done, the whole family gathered in the living area. Uncle Francis came in with his fiddle. His son, Harold, came in the room with his guitar. He also had a harmonica that was on a contraption that fit around his head so he could play it without holding it with his hands. That way he could strum the guitar and at the same time, play the harmonica. Harold’s wife sat down to the piano that was in the corner of the room. The make-shift band then struck up the music.

We sang an assortment of songs including Christmas music even though it was in the heat of July. Uncle Francis stomped his feet to the beat of the song we were singing while he bounced and fiddled to his delight. I think just maybe he had the most fun of all.

All too soon, the day came to an end. We packed our things, got in our car, and headed home.

Music was born in my soul in Grandma’s living room. Uncle Francis asked me each time we gathered at Grandma’s if I was ready for him to play his fiddle. I always answered enthusiastically, “Yes.”

It has been many, many years since we used to gather at Grandma’s house to sing like that, and my dear Aunt Merle and Uncle Francis have departed this life. Yet, my memories are vivid with recalling what great fun we had.

Music is an important part of my life yet today. I am reminded of the scripture found in Psalm 33:1-3, “Sing joyfully to the Lord, you righteous; it is fitting for the upright to praise him. Praise the Lord with the harp; make music to him on the ten-stringed lyre. Sing to him a new song; play skillfully, and shout for joy.” (NIV)

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Patty Wysong04/26/08
What a fun day that was! (We play Christmas music all year round, but especially in the summer. LoL) This makes me wish my family were musical, too. An enjoyable read.
Joy Faire Stewart04/28/08
I hope this is true, love the family together making music. Great memories!
Jason Swiney04/29/08
I married into a music family, but they don't even let me play the spoons. It is amazing how music bonds a family together and adds great fun to reunions. Simply an enjoyable story.