There is just something about the older hymns. Maybe because of the different way of living, the priorities that aren’t shared today. This song brings back memories, and it makes me think of an era that I didn’t even enjoy. It is something that I imagine being a certain way. A time depicted in movies, and heard in songs. This is a group I enjoy because of their talent with harmony, and their musical instrument playing. No copyright infringement intended, just sharing some beautiful music. Please check out their other songs while you are there. Happy Sunday to you!
When I first learned to play the piano, I had visions of playing for hours, any song that I wished. Most of what I wanted to play was the popular music of the 1970’s. I took one year of piano lessons, with almost no music theory involved. Of course I played by ear as much as I possibly could…not something a piano teacher advises, or even tolerates. What I ended up playing much of the time was classical music, and that was what I usually listened to when I wasn’t finding my way around so many other options. My great grandmother on my maternal side was a classical pianist, my grandfather played violin in the Phoenix symphony, and my mother was classically trained on the piano. There wasn’t much room in our house for the popular music of the day!
Many years later, I was asked to play piano for our church services. I had never played a hymn, even though my mother was usually the pianist or organist at whatever church we attended. I was not great with chords, and the older hymns are full of them! I learned to play those hymns, with much practice every day. Not an easy thing to do with three small children.
When we moved to Kansas, I played for the little church we attended. They also had a small choir, and a singspiration time. I was pretty excited about those two activities…from the singing point of view. Not the playing-the-piano point of view. Again…I adapted quickly.
What came from that period of time, was a love for hymn playing, and some of the old country hymns. One night, a dear woman requested Remind Me, Dear Lord. I had never heard of it before, and it had three flats, if I remember correctly. Not my favorite to maneuver through. But I learned that song, and it became one I loved. Each time I hear it, I am reminded of that dear lady, that has now gone on to be with the Lord.
I chose this version, and video of the song because I loved the old pictures in it. They reminded me of my grandparents, and a more simple time, when life was hard, but good. This is for you, Vicki…