Sunday Sounds
As the weekend accelerates to the finish line, I’m reminded once again its the Journey not the destination that makes the best memories in life. Most kids in the North Texas area and Southern Oklahoma region are out on spring break this week. While most awaking with a electronic devices within arms reach. I’m particularly thankful mine didn’t on this beautiful early sunrise.
He’s seen that same rise for over 12 years, and in almost the same location. In what seem like a blink of an eye but in reality was a decade ago he would awake in a tent even at the earliest of ages and shout out the big ball. Awoken by the geese or ducks he would recite over and over until everyone in a surrounding tent or camper was forced to hear him too. So he told his mother this morning a decade later, who took him camping last night, he was going out to catch the sun and he took to the water. Mind you not just in a normal canoe, but one he found in a dried up cove, on a hike almost five years ago. Those who know my son just smile and acknowledge for that in itself is one of the keys that unlocks my son.
During the relentless droughts year after year over the last decade the lake had receded to drastic levels, until last years graceful return. It was one of those years who my son out camping came bursting through the site proclaiming he found a canoe. While at first we didn’t believe him or thought one must have broke off from a larger vessel, he did find a canoe. Mind you this is not a normal canoe but one that was discarded probably 50 years ago and had set in cove under water until the water receded enough for him to find it and reach in and get it. It has since been repainted and holes patched and provided him hours of fun and has graduated from the broom paddle to one that works much better. Just like collecting of antique fishing lures lends to times transcendence, I’m glad to see that although time has passed he still enjoys the big ball and his imagination transcends time as well.
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Doc Watson is another person who transcends time as he shows in this morning’s Sunday Sounds.
Lyrics:
Let it rain, let it pour,
Let it rain a whole lot more,
‘Cause I got them deep river blues.
Let the rain drive right on,
Let the waves sweep along,
‘Cause I got them deep river blues.
My old gal’s a good old pal,
And she looks like a water fowl,
When I get them deep river blues.
Ain’t no one to cry for me,
And the fish all go out on a spree
When I get them deep river blues.
Give me back my old boat,
I’m gonna sail if she’ll float,
‘Cause I got them deep river blues,
I’m goin’ back to Muscle Shoals,
Times are better there I’m told,
Cause I got them deep river blues.
Let it rain, let it pour,
Let it rain a whole lot more,
‘Cause I got them deep river blues,
Let the rain drive right on,
Let the waves sweep along,
‘Cause I got them deep river blues.
If my boat sinks with me.
I’ll go down, don’t you see,
‘Cause I got them deep river blues,
Now I’m gonna say goodbye,
And if I sink, just let me die,
‘Cause I got them deep river blues.
Let it rain, let it pour,
Let it rain a whole lot more,
‘Cause I got them deep river blues,
Let the rain drive right on,
Let the waves sweep along,
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