In 1953, my uncle Nathan Valentine Morris played fiddle and called the dances at Bend schoolhouse, Bend, Texas. We danced the round dance in a large classroom and ate potluck stew in the schoolyard beside the bell that had tolled pupils to their lessons for generations. The bell could heard across the Colorado River into Lampasas County. That night, I understood community.
The narrative is coming soon, but until then, listen to Old Joe Clark:
Old Joe Clark, performed by The Resonators.
Filed under Bend Texas, Colony Road, Dancing, Recollections 1942-1966
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Life at one time was simple, innocent and carefree. People shared of themselves with trust and love, whereas now society has become self-centered. Thank you for reminding me of: once upon a time…long time ago….
Evangeline
Evangeline, I’m afraid you are right. Hard to find, easy to lose these days.
Thanks for sharing the music, Jack. I love old-timey stuff. Community, yes.
I hope I can get more composed on Old Joe Clark days. You won’t believe what was out there.