Music for a Sunday

This song brings back many memories for me of my mother.  She was born in a log cabin and lived there in the piedmont of Southern Virginia, on the edge of the old plantation lands my great grandparents owned, until she was 6 years old.  

My maternal GreatGrands had 12 children(one of which was my maternal Grandmother)and as each child married they were gifted a piece of land that had been part of the Plantation once known as "Roxabel".  That is where my grandfather, Wirt, built this cabin after he and my grandmother, Lillian, were wed.  So you see my mother grew up in the Depression era and heard all the old country and bluegrass songs around her.

My mother standing on the porch of "her" humble log cabin at age 5.

The song ion this clip was one of mom's favorites.  She would sing it to each of my children as babies and then teach it to them as they became toddlers.  It was their special song betwixt them. At her funeral my children came up at the service and sang it one last time to her.  It's a precious memory for me.

I found this quartet a few years ago on the internet(YouTube)called "The Dead South".  They are described as a folk/bluegrass ensemble and hail from Canada.(Figures, a group of Canadians supplying the world with old Southern standards plus writing new ones. lol) 

Anyway, many of their songs and arrangements of said songs "spoke to my soul".  I've shared one or two of their songs on the blog in the past.

This one came up in my YouTube feed this morning and it's sweetness but grittiness in it's presentation touched me deeply.

I hope you enjoy it too. 8-)

I hope y'all each have a good day.

Sluggy