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That one kills me every time 'cuz I've had too many dreams of singing it at Ol Granny, etc. services... oh and Old Rugged Cross, they played that at Gran's and the dern thing haunts me.
I can fix that for you.
When I was a kid I had a dream about Evil Knievel. For some reason in the dream I was at my very proper grandmother's house with Evil Knievel. Her house had a straight shot from the very nice living room through a smaller cross through room to the den. The den was about 3' lower than the rest of the house. In my dream there was a wall across the stairs to the den and a ramp (with some freaky forced perspective going on). Evil Knievel raced from the living room up the ramp and off into the den. There was a horrible fireball and a wall of smoke. And then Amazing Grace played on a bagpipe. Yes, yes... I was a very strange child. To this day I cannot sing Amazing Grace without thinking of Evil Knievel. It is purely an embarrassment to sit next to me in church. Don't even get me started on the song "In the Garden". It is impossible for my sister and I to get through that one without snorting with laughter (made even more impossible by the fact that our mother says every time we dissolve in giggles "Now, girls..." and launches into a lecture. My sister and I are hovering around 40 years old.)
I must admit to falling apart at the fireman service. It gets me in the gut. My BIL is a fireman, so that makes it worse.
That one kills me every time 'cuz I've had too many dreams of singing it at Ol Granny, etc. services... oh and Old Rugged Cross, they played that at Gran's and the dern thing haunts me.
I can fix that for you.
I must admit to falling apart at the fireman service. It gets me in the gut. My BIL is a fireman, so that makes it worse.