My Life in Three Songs



Until he died, my Papa was my favorite person.  He was more fun, loving, and inspirational than teachers, aunts & uncles, even my parents.  I loved him best!  He whistled, sang, yodeled and danced.  He would grab my grandma and dance her around the kitchen.  She’d swat at him and he would laugh.  My grandparents frequently threw parties out on the lawn for all their friends.  Papa danced with the ladies and when we were visiting, my Mom was his favorite partner.  As I got older, he would dance with me.  I consider our song to be, “Crazy” by Patsy Cline.  Now, when I hear it, I have to dance.  If nobody will dance with me, I dance alone.

American Pie

I’m not sure when it started, but it had to be after most of the siblings were of drinking age.  Being the oldest, that’s a long, long time ago.  At family get togethers, after a few drinks and before the end of the night, we sang.  All siblings, and later, the in-laws, would link arms and belt out all verses of Don McLean’s, “American Pie”.  Sometimes we would have an entire tavern full of people singing.  It’s now family tradition to have the D.J. play that song at all weddings.  People who don’t know us well, start out thinking we are a strange family, but halfway through the song, you see them singing the chorus with us.  For this family, the music will never die.

Who Am I?

As a born again Christian in 1996, I found a love for contemporary Christian music.  I would sing Chris Tomlin’s songs as I cleaned the house or did gardening.  My sister told me about the group, Casting Crowns sometime around 2008.  Loved, loved, loved their music, still do.  I sang their stuff all day long.  I was singing “Who Am I” one day and stopped what I was doing, sat down and really listened to the words.  “You told me who I am, I am yours.”  I cried.  I listened to it again and cried.  I had been singing the song for months.  Why did it affect me at that time?  I’m sure He had a reason.


Writing 101, Day 3.


19 thoughts on “My Life in Three Songs

  1. I love your post. You took me into each scene….. and it was also nice to have some familiarity with most of the music you are talking about!

      • I totally understand. A few months ago, it occurred to me that I know NO popular music of this generation, or even several generations before that. Other than the East Indian bhajans (devotional music) and African-American gospel music I’ve listened to for the last 25 years, it is the music from the 60’s and 70’s that I love to hear.

      • Not only love to hear but I can actually sing along. My grandparents always had old country & western blaring from the outside speakers. I don’t know that I love it then, but I do now.

      • I guess so, but I also come from a very loving family. My elder brother and his wife’s song was always “In a Tiny House”. I don’t think you’re old enough to know this one but on family occasions everyone requested they sing it. They are both deceased nw but when their youngest son married shortly after his mother’s death, he and his new wife sang this for them in their absence.

      • Great story! I had to google the song and listen to a couple different people sing it. I see that even the Beatles sang in in 1969. Cute song.

    • I texted one of my brothers after writing this to ask when we started. He said it was sung at a tavern we had been going to since we were children, with our grandparents. When it came out and was put on the jukebox, many people sang it. It fizzled out when newer songs were put on but it just seemed to stick with our family. And no, we did not drink as children, it was just what you did in Wisconsin as some families. Ladied drank coffee, men played horseshoes and kids ran around. There’s another story.

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