Grandma's Music...

When my maternal grandmother was a young woman, she sang professionally for Robert Shaw. I never heard her sing. When she met my grandfather (well before my time), he insisted that she end her career. I do not know whether he was justified in such a request, but by the time I knew her, she was a chain smoker with a voice that croaked and rasped. I had a hard time imagining that she ever even carried a pretty tune. I like to close my eyes, listen to Shaw's music, and imagine my grandma raising her voice in praise. She had a hard life. I pray that she is singing now with the angels.

Posted on December 13, 2009 and filed under "Christmas music".