tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173950.post6324395121481854269..comments2024-03-28T16:58:17.705-04:00Comments on Grim's Hall: The Mississippi Squirrel RevivalGrimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07543082562999855432noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173950.post-14374313682283809432016-10-09T18:58:01.997-04:002016-10-09T18:58:01.997-04:00*raises hands into air* Alleluia!
I grew up spend...*raises hands into air* Alleluia!<br /><br />I grew up spending the summers in a Southern (fried) Baptist Church with my grandparents. A lot more soaked in than I'd have guessed, especially the music. I discovered this when I stood up for the last hymn in a Methodist church, heard the all-too-familiar opening chords of "Just as I Am," and began silently begging someone, anyone, to answer the altar call because I had a lunch meeting at 12:45 and back in the day, Brother Billy never, ever let the song end until SOMEONE answered the call. :)<br /><br />LittleRed1Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173950.post-3924671047520862282016-10-09T09:33:03.308-04:002016-10-09T09:33:03.308-04:00One of my favorites!
ValerieOne of my favorites!<br /><br />ValerieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com