I’m guessing I learned to sing alto while riding on the lawn mower with my daddy when I was a child. We’d belt out George Beverly Shea’s version of The King is Coming or maybe mimic Tennessee Ernie Ford singing Sixteen Tons. I’d match my voice as best I could to Daddy’s deep bass and away we’d go.
Looking back through grown up eyes, I’m sure those afternoons were as much about giving my mom a break from her youngest, clingy child, but I thought they were pure fun.
I love to hear Daddy sing in church, too. My favorite is to hear him sing his favorite: I Stand Amazed in the Presence. Again, I’m sure my preference for the echoed harmonies that populate bass and alto parts were nurtured by singing with him.
Car trips were great, too, when we’d pull out tunes like She’ll be Comin’ Round the Mountain.
It’s Father’s Day, and the memories are sweet. I’m thankful for my daddy and glad I got to spend part of the day with him. Maybe I’ll listen to a little Marty Robbins later on in his honor.