Squeeze in with me, we are crowded around an upright piano in my great-grandmother’s home. My aunt Esther is tickling the ivories and my less than musically gifted relatives are endeavoring to sing-along to whatever hymn she has chosen to play. My great-great uncle Lambert has joined us, and he always requests I’ll Fly Away. Continue reading “Some Glad Morning”
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