Two slim books of hymns belonging to my father’s mother sit in a pile of “to blog about” items. One has no cover, the other does. But they both, when I hold them, cause church music to play in my head. No particular title, just soaring organ music and out of tune, but determined voices filling my mind with song.
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That’s cool. Happy Sunday!
Not a bad earworm, I’d say.
How lovely. I didn’t really grow up with church music, but I adore the organ (which apparently my grandmother played superbly, though I never heard her play).