Grammie Lee was always a wild and free spirit who loved to play with all kinds of sounds. As kids, we would giggle when she would exaggerate the vibrato in her voice as she sang. We’d snicker when she would hack dramatically into her hankies to clear her throat. And, we would be in stitches when she would try to poot out an S.O.S. on her vinyl divan while passing gas!
Daddy had a natural ear for music, and he loved to sing and play guitar. He plunked out some mean rhythm and blues on those resonant strings, and his woeful ballads would sometimes take us dancing and twirling on the dark side of the moon.
…And for some reason, Mama always seemed to break out in song whenever it rained.
Mama’s rainy-day songs would teach us things like how important it was to catch falling stars, put them in our pockets, and save them for dark or rainy days. Her wet-weather music would also teach us how to stop and listen to the rhythm of our world around us.
…We learned that everything had it’s own music.
