Grace, Grace
Moments before I was to play a hymn on my harmonica at our father’s funeral out at the entrance of Orange Hill Cemetery in Williston, I did not know what I would play. It was then out Pastor Wes Smith said that daddy once told him what his favorite hymn was. Grace, Grace Gods Grace. I thanked God and Wes for answering and proceeded to play it unpracticed.
You would have thought I’d have known for many a day we spent humming hymns, listening to him out- singing the choirs, but so much we didn’t talk about as we went about our various tasks of planting, pruning, making syrup, fishing, hunting and on.
We as a family miss greatly to this day the little runt of the family from Homewood, Mississippi who was larger than life
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