Momma, Barbara B Taylor and my sister
But she didn't make it. Her church women were gonna drive over for the 9 oclock but her boy was singing.
Momma woulda been proud of her on both points, but like Sarah Palin, workin church women have to make choices.
Ridin Saturday I had more hopes for this blog as I was makin sense; goin from the New York Knicks to Kareem Abdul Jabbar, whose friend I talked to Friday night, to Blood Done Sign my Name; but as you see it ain't all coming together now.
But I did want to say a good word about these Godly Women.
Oh, I almost started cryin with all this on my mind when I saw Brownie Akins at Bill Glenn's Homemade Potato Soup place Sat Night. She met my sister once and knew my Dad; Brownie, one of Bishop Willimon's finest in Northeast Alabama, where my Dad near the end of the road, before Lyerly.
Lyerly, I almost forgot about Lyerly.
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In the meantime, Willard Cox and his girls were singing for the Bday party of a friend's Grandmomma at in Near Home, La.
You know the Cox family of Oh Brother, singin at the Political Ralley on on the Soundtrack.
And don't forget the Larry Nelson singers.
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