I don't remember the first time I sang for Grandma Alberta. I'm sure I wasn't much older than Jessie, the first time I was asked to perform on command. Probably "Itsy-Bitsy Spider" or "Jesus Loves Me". But whatever it was, it was the beginning of almost 40 years of my singing "career."
As the years went on, my sister was my unwilling singing partner and right around middle school age, we started to balk at the unwritten rule that we would sing a duet at Grandma's church whenever we visited, which was numerous times each year. I can remember Grandpa agreeing to go to church if we would sing [Grandpa never went to church].
I remember singing with Grandma. She would sing soprano and I would harmonize. I would play the piano. I can remember singing together on our Christmas trip to California, enjoying a variety of carols.
Grandma loved to sing. She loved the old hymns and some of the "country" hymns like "Mansion Over the Hilltop" or "He Touched Me." But the song I will always associate with Grandma is "One Day at a Time." She introduced many people to that song. It has been too long since I heard her sing, since anyone had heard her.
On Monday, I sang one last time for Grandma. "Old Rugged Cross." It was difficult and easy. She went home on July 9 and is now whole again. She is with Grandpa dancing, playing cards and is now part of the celestial choir.