The Roaring Late Twenties

I can’t tell if things that remind me of home strike everyone as beautiful… or if it’s just me.

I grew up hearing the last vestige of shape note singing that existed in our community. I didn’t realize it was anything special until I watched this video and heard those unmistakably familiar voices.

I’ve always wondered why I cry when I hear old hymns. I think the man from Hoboken explains it well…  “This music that we sing,” he says, “is part of the way we love each other.”