Listening to this after hearing that Lynn Anderson died yesterday. It dredges up dusty old memories of living in Fort Wayne in the early 1970s and riding my Big Wheel up and down the block from my best friend’s, Scott Labundy’s house, to ours over and over. In my mind’s ear, I hear my mom singing this song. My mom sang a lot.
Our house was always filled with art and music, which I took for granted.
Mom playing the piano, and my brothers and sisters tinkering at it at odd hours. It wasn’t until I went to college that I realized most people grow up in a house without a piano or without a family gifted with music and art appreciation. Sad.
from Facebook http://youtu.be/2-eclUz-RYI