Saturday, December 29, 2012

The Last Saturday Song Selection of 2012

The end of the year is always a time of reflection for me--and for many others, I'm sure. And if today's featured song isn't reflective, then I don't know what is.

I found this song online earlier this year and fell in love with it. It's different from the kind of music I usually listen to, but it's raw and pure and evocative. It takes me to a place and time I never actually experienced and lets me tap into the life of some of my ancestors. It speaks to my heart through my connection to them.

I'm dedicating today's song to the four blogging Powell sisters, PatsyFletaBetty, and Helen, because it reminds me so much of the stories they've told.

Note: If you click on the video and get a message that it's restricted to certain sites, just click on the link to watch it on YouTube.


The song is "Ellis County" by Buddy and Julie Miller.
Thanks to antoniostrohs for posting this video on YouTube.
Click here for the lyrics.


  1. It took me back to a simpler time and place. The wood stove was warm there and I could stand with my butt next to it and feel warm and safe as I smelled those biscuits Momma was cooking in the iron skillet and the bacon she sliced by hand in the smokehouse.

    There were no velvet sacks with trinkets just Prince Albert Tobacco cans were we could store our treasures. Maybe a rock with little crystals or a pretty button on a string. Our valuables were really the memories we were making with each other.

    Love you and love the video!

  2. Sister-Three, I knew you'd like this video. It's obvious from what you and your sisters have written that your parents gave you so much love that you're still rich with it today.

    And, as you may or may not remember, the "velvet sacks" of my blog title refers to a line in a poem: ". . .random memories, yours and mine, pulled one by one from velvet sacks." So when it comes down to what's really valuable, you and I are on the same page.

    As for literal velvet sacks, my sister and I never had those, either. We had cigar boxes that Mother brought home from the little shop in the lobby of the building where she worked. She worked on the ninth floor of the ten-story Landers building in the square in Springfield, Mo. I'll bet you've seen that building at some point in your life. It was right next to Heer's.

    Love you, too, and loved your comment!

  3. Loved the song Velvet, Fleta's oldest boy, Greg, is here working in AZ he stays with Me and my daughter on the weekends. He has lived on our home place most of his life because Fleta made the deal to look after Debby, mama and daddy and he gave her the place. Greg has the same feelings towards the place that all of us kids had. I have often wondered if it was Mom and dad that made me feel so secure or the place. I have decided it is some of both. God bless you and have a good 2013.

  4. 4th Sister, you're probably right that your sense of security came from a combination of your parents and your home. The house I grew up in was torn down long ago to make room for a college tennis court, but if it existed, I'm sure my sister and I both could walk through it blindfolded today. Our memory of the house and the feeling of safety we had in it is powerful still. Wishing you blessings in the new year as well.


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