When the boys were little and came to spend some time with their Mam Mo and Pap Po, they were instructed to bring their, “Sunday Go To Meeting Cloths!” Mother delighted in dressing them up and showing them off the family and friends. Pap Po was a stickler for HAIR Cuts, and if not to his specifications would take them to the barber shop. Momma would tell me, “Sam took them in and they got a skin job, but it will grow out.” Oh, yes, it did grow out, but I always tried to see that their hair was cut good prior to going to Mason.
Happy, told me on one occasion that they attended the nicest funeral! You see, not only church was had, but there was bound to be a funeral to go to! I laughed, and when I think of his statement of a “Nice Funeral!” I still chuckle. The promise of a DQ ice cream treat was the good part!
However, there are “Nice Funerals!” I attended one this past week. A pioneer was sent home. I was said that they, she and her husband were “Porch People!” Yes, they were. The porch people are now few and getting fewer! The music was beautiful, although I no longer can carry a tune, I heard beautiful voices in front and in back of me. It was the good old PORCH PEOPLE church music. No Jesus rock! Just heart full hymns that I grew up hearing and loving. Sitting by my sister was an extra nice thing. Wondering, how many times we had sat together in that church with our SUNDAY GO TO MEETING cloths on and hearing beautiful voices sing songs that I know could be heard over at the Lutheran Church, too! Porch People didn’t need a hymnals they knew the words from memory.
How lovely Porch People are! And, yes, Happy there are Nice funerals.
P.S. According to GRANDPA’S COUNTRY WISDOM; “If wishes were horses, some folks would need a lot of hay.”