PACKIN’ MY BAG

“Oh – I’m packin’ my bags,                                                                                                                          And I’m leavin’ today,                                                                                                                                    I’m takin’ a trip,                                                                                                                                      OHIO way…”

Long ago and far away, my next-door-neighbor, best friend, ‘sister’ and I found out that we could sing together.  She was 9 and I was 7 when we discovered this. We sang A cappella long before Glee and Pentonix.

1st singing performance together

1st singing performance together

We sang with our 33 recordings of broadway on a screened-in front porch – My Fair Lady – South Pacific – Porgy an Bess – West Side Story. We sang on the way to girl scout camps.  We sang on the Band and Choir Bus. We sang in local shows. We sang in church.

We sang in the backseat of my parents’ car on the way to the drive-in. The same refrain torturing their ears over and over – “my baby don’t care, my baby don’t care.” – until they threatened to turn around and dump us with her parents. We laughed and started all over again.

We sang as we walked the streets on a spring warm-up day, a hot summer evening, a crisp fall night or caroling with our church groups.  Neighbors often requested us to linger and sing a favorite song or a song from their past.  We sang as we drove her to city for her first week of college.

“Hear this, you kings! Listen, you rulers! I, even I, will sing to the LORD; I will praise the LORD, the God of Israel, in song.” Judges 5:3

It is what we did.  Tomorrow, I am packing my bags and making a trip back OH way.  This mother-daughter trip will be the first one in 3 years.  I will drive past familiar places.  I will drive our old neighborhood, wonder about the changes and look to see if the hole in the fence is still there.

It will be good to meet up with old friends.  Meet up with teachers and other best friends that I have worked with over the years. Visit my OH son, my big brother, and his family.  Walk familiar streets, spend a minute at my parents’ graves and look at things that have made up the landscape of my life.

“Sing to the LORD a new song;
            Sing to the LORD, all the earth.

      2Sing to the LORD, bless His name;
            Proclaim good tidings of His salvation from day to day.

      3Tell of His glory among the nations,
            His wonderful deeds among all the peoples.” Ps 96:1-3

Singing, home, family, friends, God seems to be the multicolored strands that are woven into the tapestry of my brain.  I am excited to go home.  I am excited to sing praise in the place where I first knew LOVE.

It is good to take trips even when my ‘sister’ won’t be there.  She lives far away in another state, but we still find ways to sing to each other over the distance.  Technology makes things like this so much easier these days.  However, we are making plans to see each other in September in NC.  Hmmmm – come to think of it – that’s another song we used to sing.  How fun is that?

“See you in September
See you when the summer’s through…”bryn and jo

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