I grew up with Christmas always wrapped up in singing. We sang in the car, we sang at home, we sang at Gram's standing around the organ. The Hymnal was as much a staple in my life as bread and milk. When we sang it was always in four part harmony. To this day it is hard for me not to fall right into the alto line in any song.
Now when I go to many a church there are no hymnals and no organs. I embraced the change for the most part, my mom had a hard time with that. The loud of today actually hurt her failing ears - "just a lot of noise" she would say.
As I get older I appreciate what she means. We all have memories of something that has changed or faded away, and we miss those somethings. I find myself missing the hymns now - perspective I guess.
Mom called me the other day and asked me, "Do you have my hymnal, you know the old one, the 'real' one?" She insisted I had her copy here. Unfortunately I did not. So the quest began. I called a friend and sure enough she was able to locate a copy (1939 copyright) of the "hymnal." She doesn't know it yet, but it is in the mail. So this Christmas mom will be able to sit in daddy's favorite chair, finger through the pages of the hymnal to her hearts content and hear the four part harmony and the organ and the verse after verse of memories.
What is your "Hymnal?" What means so much to you that you would want to sit in a favored chair and just hold it and cherish it and close your eyes and hear it? Make memories this Christmas because when you are 90 that is what you hold onto.
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