This week, along with many, many others, my evenings so far have been filled with old-timey country music watching Ken Burns’ series on PBS. So much of that music was the soundtrack of my childhood with my hillbilly dad from Mousie, Kentucky and mom from the Ohio hollers. Of course, during my high school years, I, who by no stretch of the imagination could have been one of the “cool” kids, was too cool for country- drooling for the Beatles on Ed Sullivan.
Then I met “the one” and he was country through and through. Oh, he liked all kinds of music, but country and country gospel were his true musical loves- well, that and Elvis. Many a time I was serenaded by his voice and guitar with a Hank Williams song.
So tonight was especially sentimental, with the story of Hank, the hillbilly Shakespeare, and his great songs and sad life.
Oh, those songs. A sly grin and “Hey, Good Looking.” Tears pooling in your eyes and chin quivering with “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry.” That happy, good old gospel song “I Saw the Light.” The eerily true “I’ll Never Get Out of This Life Alive.”
I hardly realized how much a part of me they became.
I’ll just close my eyes now and let them rise from my heart.