About “So Fair and Bright”

Anyone who has grown up Southern (and even more, Southern and rural) has stories to tell–and probably, the scars to prove it.

The thing about stories like these is, they can ambush you. Maybe you hear a snatch of a hymn you haven’t sung for decades; maybe you smell that mixture of freshly cut grass, mosquito spray, and cigarette smoke that used to signal the opening of Little League season; maybe you drive past a field of ripening corn… and it all comes back, riffling through your mind like a rare August breeze rattling the leaves of a cottonwood tree.

These are some of my stories. Maybe they’re something like yours…

–“Beyond This Land of Parting” performed by the Lemmons Jubilee Singers

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4 Responses to “About “So Fair and Bright””

  1. Tonya Organ Says:

    Ambush. That’s a good word for it. Just the right hymn and I am 8 years old sitting on the wooden pews of Crowder Church of Christ trying to sit still. A ripe field of milo and it’s a warm September afternoon and I am sitting with a loaded 20 gauge waiting on the doves to fly. I can even smell the dust the passing truck is throwing up from the gravel road………

  2. storythom Says:

    There’s a stretch of bottom land along the Brazos River that I drive through on my way from College Station to Abilene. This year, it’s planted in soybeans. I think of my brother and our youth just about every time I drive that road. Thanks for commenting. And give my love to your family.

  3. Dan Lemmons Says:

    Summertime…..toes gettin’ stuck in the cracked gumbo, finding arrowheads in the powdery dirt drive in front of the shed, grandmother appearing out of nowhere with a fresh, steaming hot, peach fried pie for each of us. Granddad with his toothpick tucked carefully in the corner of his mouth. I always wondered how he chewed his juicy fruit gum and avoided that toothpick. Your daddy and his kindness, your mom and her always caring conversations. Corn-cob fights in the barn, burning wheat stubble after a wheat harvest, tossing a chicken or two into the mud……..I miss my grandparents, I miss my aunts and uncles, I miss my cousins, I miss my summer youth in SEMO. Thanks for helping me remember Thom. Thanks for being who you are.

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