Mamaw Girdle was my great-grandmother. Her name was really Myrtle, but my family didn’t correct me until I was older. They thought “Mamaw Girdle” was cute. That explains why people used to laugh when I said, “Mamaw Girdle” out in public. I’m glad I was able to entertain so many people.
Since its Easter, I want to dedicate this blog to Mamaw Girdle. She had a great love for Jesus and for life as well. She was fun to be around and was the bright spot in any room. And she loved to sing hymns. As a child, I remember being so excited when I got to sit with Mamaw Girdle in the choir on Sunday nights. Those were special times and I still miss her, but my faith in the Risen Lord gives me comfort.
“Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?” John 11:25-26(NIV)
Please enjoy my poem about Mamaw Girdle and the choir ladies of yesteryear.
I Can Still See
When I shut my eyes, I can still see
Sitting in choir with little old ladies all around me
I always felt safe and secure in that place
For I saw a smile on each pleasant face
Grey, white, and sometimes blue colored hair they wore
It is a shame that I will see them no more
We were in a small country church that was painted white
Without microphones we sang with a might
I have to admit, a few notes were missed here and there
But we were still blessed with God’s care
With my great grandmother I would sit on that old pew
It’s too bad I did not realize those precious years would be so few
If I could, I would go back and capture those times so dear
Of those memories, I wish my daughter could see and hear
My daughter will have her own good memories from the startAs for me, these childhood memories will forever be stored in my heart