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Tears– Memories of Hank Williams — Alan Clouthier

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Tears– Memories of Hank Williams — Alan Clouthier

The other day I asked readers what song brought tears– Today I received this from Alan Clouthier

In response to your question about a song that brings tears. As I mentioned on your post “The First Fall of Snow” the song is heartbreaking. If your not familiar with it here aware the lyrics. My father would play this song on his felt topped 78 rpm record player. He noticed one time it made me cry so he would not play it if I was around. Vividly recall the yellow and black MGM on the record label.

Author’s Note-

I have to agree with Alan. It is not fun to be motherless any day of the year, but sometimes you have no choice in the matter. Is one ever ready to lose a mother? Mine died of cancer when I was barely 12. Some days I feel I missed out on so much, but because of a kind neighbour named Agnes Rychard in Cowansville, Quebec–a little of my mother was returned to returned to me. To all these women who took the time to befriend a young girl or boy in their time of need I am sending you my heart. If your doors had not been open we would have never become part of your “kitchen table family”. Mine was a table that was filled with comfort food, conversation, accompanied by the songs of Hank Snow and Jim Reeves playing in the background– and that I will never forget.

The First Fall of Snow Hank Williams

I talked with a stranger, so sad and forlorn

His garments were sackcloth, all tattered and torn

He told me a story, of sorrow and woe

His heart went to heaven, at the first fall of snow

He spoke of his angel, a dear baby girl He loved ev’ry footstep, he loved ev’ry curl But she went to heaven, just one year ago

The angels came for her, at the first fall of snow

He still had the dolly that she used to love

He held and caressed it and gazed up above He whispered,

My baby, you’re waiting, I know I’ll bring you, your dolly at the first fall of snow

And there as I listened, my eyes filled with tears

I knew she was part of his happier years

His frail body trembled, he spoke soft and low

I’ll be with my baby at the first fall of snow

I patted his shoulder, my feelings to hide

He couldn’t know I was crying inside

He smiled as we parted, ’cause he didn’t know

That we lost our baby at the first fall of snow.

He Said-and– He Said! Oh Let the Song of Words Play!

Come all my dear companions and listen to my song–Songs of Clayton

Does Carleton Place Have the Number 1 Small Town Song?

Linda’s Dreadful Dark Tales – The Sad Song of Billy and Clementine Valentine

Let Them Be Little— Then and Now

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Happy Valentine’s Day to all the children and parents–Childhood means simplicity. Look at the world with a child’s eye – it is very beautiful.

 

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“Jeanne Patry Dorianne Patry Bruno Patry enfants de Louis Patry
St Placide.”- Charles Dobie Photo Collection

I can remember when you fit in the palm of my hand.
Felt so good in it, no bigger than a minute.
How it amazes me, you’re changing with every blink.
Faster than a flower blooms they grow up all too soon

 

 

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My granddaughters Sophia and Tenley–Photo by Stephanie Seccaspina

 

So let them be little, cause they’re only that way for a while.
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love, every day.
Let em cry, let em giggle, let them sleep in the middle.
Oh, just let them be little

 

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Lyle Keith Bulloch, 3-1/2 months old.-Lyle Keith Bulloch was the youngest child of Edith (Edythe) McCulloch and William Bulloch. He was born March 10, 1920.

I’ve never felt so much in one little tender touch.
I live for those kisses, prayers and your wishes.
Now that you’re teaching me things only a child can see.
Every night while we’re on our knees all I ask is please

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My granddaughter Tenley–Photo from Lynn Hastie Card’s Facebook page

Let them be little, cause they’re only that way for a while.
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love, everyday.
Let em cry, let em giggle, let them sleep in the middle.
Oh just let them be little.

 

duncan-lanark-ps-1946.jpgLanark Village, Ontario: Public School, Grade One, 1946-Ruth Duncan Photo-Charles Dobie Photo Collection–Charles Dobie Photo Collection- Ruth Duncan photo

Teacher was Miss Shillington (not shown).
Back Row, L to R: Mary Graham, Margie Somerville, Patsy Campbell, Ruth Somerville, Ruthie Drysdale, Evie Gibson, Margaret Matthie, Sandra Bouchette.
Middle Row, L to R: Donna Christie, Victor Greer, Bev Liddle, John Storie, Lewis Blackburn, Marie Brady.
Front Row, L to R: Billy Ballentyne, Ron Jones, Bill Darou, Harold Reid.

 

So innocent, a precious soul, you turn around.
Its time to let them go.

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My granddaughter Sophia –Photo by Stephanie Seccaspina

 

 

izatt-larger-album-page15.jpgIzatt Family Photographs — unknown Charles Dobie Collection

So let them be little, cause they’re only that way for a while.
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love, every day.
Let em cry, let em giggle, let them sleep in the middle.
Oh, just let them be little

 

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Let them be little–Photo by Stephanie Seccaspina

 

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My late sister Robin Knight Nutbrown–Me (Linda Knight Seccaspina) in the centre– and best friend Judy Clough circa 1959 Valentine’s Day–

 

 

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in Hometown News and now in The Townships Sun

 

Mother’s Day Tales Seen Through A Chicken McNugget Peephole – Zoomers

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“I had a blog already done for today with lots of pictures and sad words. I looked at it and after all the hours of work I put into it I deleted it.  Linda had literally once again talked herself into believing that her mother’s absence was the cause for her past unhappy life.”

Mother’s Day Tales Seen Through A Chicken McNugget Peephole – Zoomers.