Papaw Wade and Paul
 Pap’s father, Wade, was an old time Baptist Preacher. Pap heard him tell a story about a lad who made a small boat during one of his sermons.
A lad placed the boat in a rushing stream to see if it would float. As the wind began to blow, the boat was taken from his reach. He frantically tried to rescue the boat, but to no avail.
The lad searched from shore to shore but never found the little boat. He grieved for the boat he had made. As time went swiftly by, he happened to see the boat in a store window and oh how great the joy he felt. He would own the boat once more no matter what the cost.
The story of the lad and his boat stuck with Pap. He discussed it with his father, wanting all the details surrounding the story.
The image of the lad loosing what was his only to have to buy it back again inspired Pap to write the song I chose for this week’s Pickin’ & Grinnin’ In The Kitchen Spot I Twice Belong To Thee.
I hope you enjoyed Pap’s song, the wonderful two-part harmony, and Paul’s flat-top picking.
My Papaw, Wade, has been dead many years he died the year before The Deer Hunter and I were married. I still miss him. He had great wisdom to share like the story of the lad and his boat. But he was also a real Appalachian Mountain character, you never knew what he was going to say or do next. He wore overalls every day except Sunday.
Tipper
Maybe you know that story is called “Little Boat Twice Owned.” I think the book by that name is still in print. I know it is available.It was a story often used to explain the gospel to children. And it’s a sweet story too.
My grandmother told me that I could tell when I had picked the right man by watching how he treated his mother. If he treated her like gold he would treat me that way as well. She was right.
I read that story once–a LOOONG time ago!
Wonderful song. I know this is a regular feature, but some weeks it just astounds me that this goes on every week in the kitchen. The memories being made…
What a wonderful man Wade must have been. That was such an interesting story. I enjoyed both it and the song. Thanks for another great post! And congrats to the winner fo the spider web!
I cannot TELL you how much I enjoyed Pap and Paul’s song. The harmony was beautiful and the pickin’ fantastic! Today’s my 65th birthday and it was a little gift from God when I found your posting this morning.
Thank you!
I cannot TELL you how much I enjoyed Pap and Paul’s song. The harmony was beautiful and the pickin’ fantastic! Today’s my 65th birthday and it was a little gift from God when I found your posting this morning.
Thank you!
the best advice I ever got was “the people who matter wont mind and the people who mind dont matter” My dad told me this when I was always worried what others would say.
Tonight my brain is completly void of all wisdom it has ever learned, so not a thing to pass on, but wanted to tell you again how much I enjoy the stories and music that you pass along!
Alway a good one! Thanks for sharing!
Very good song Pap. I always enjoy hearing you and Paul singing and picking in the kitchen. Our roots are very similar. My kin just left the Carolinas and travelled west to Mississippi. Thanks for sharing Tipper. Pappy
Tipper: I have been listening to these great songs all week after winning the CD. This was so great to learn more about the story. You have a heritage here that will be wonderful to share for years to come.
I can remember my grand father sitting in the dining area and reading his bible in the cool morning light. He was a wonderful influence on my life.
Wonderful!
Tipper, I loved this song. What a neat story here. The picture of Papaw and Paul is priceless.
Wisdom…a recent incident gave me some wisdom. It was nothing said, just a kind friend sending me a homecooked meal when I was having a hard time with things. It was a lesson in receiving, actually. It takes a humble heart to graciously receive a gift from someone else, and it lets the giver have their complete blessing of the joy of giving. So, I had to humble myself and admit I needed some TLC, instead of always appearing to have it together! My friend was so blessed to know what a gift it was to my and my family.
Great post Tipper! I love reading about your family 🙂
Beautiful story. When I was in my teens – a long time ago!- I sewed, a lot! I made all my own clothes and a lot of outfits for my mother. I liked to make unusual clothing from unusual material. Everything was, for sure, a “one of a kind”.
My mother always donated clothing that she no longer wore.
Once we were at a yard sale in the town where we lived. There was a rack of clothes for sale and from across the garage I saw a familiar fabric hanging so I went to see and there was a dress that I had made for my mother to wear to church. She had worn it a while then given it away.
We did not know the people having the sale and had no idea how they came into possession of this dress. It was a pretty dress!
My Granddad Venable, my mom’s dad, played the fiddle. I remember sitting on the floor listening to him play and watching him tap his foot while he bowed. He had a head full of white hair and was so kind and gentle with us little ones.
Thanks for striking up these memories.
Helen
This story is an especially important one given the times we’re living in. It reminds me that we really own nothing and that the same work often has to be done again and again. Thanks for this, my first sermon of the day. I needed it. God bless.
I won…you mean, me…..I won. I am so excited. Thank you, Tipper. So generous and so loving. You are one special lady.
Whenever something was bothering me, my mom would always ask me if I prayed about it and gave it to our Lord. If I replied yes, then she would tell me that I could not have it both ways. Either give it to God and stop worrying or don’t give it to Him and worry. “Trust and believe” she would say. I sure do miss her.
Thanks again, Tipper!
How that story made such an impact on your father to inspire him to write such a beautiful song. As they were singing and playing, I thought they were close to spiritually connecting with God, or perhaps with your papaw. It was moving to watch.
Tipper, whatever the problem may be, a dear friend reminded me that “this too shall pass”. And I’ve found those four words to be so comforting in all situations.
Everything will always be ok in the end.
Have a wonderful weekend, Tipper. :))
Tipper,
Congratulations to Leslie on winning the beautiful spider web made by Granny. I’m sure she will be delighted.
I’ve been away for a few days and have lots of photos posted of our mini vacation. If you have time, be sure to drop by. The scenery is breathtaking.
Enjoyed the video and the photo of Wade and Paul. This is definitely a treasure.
Have a great weekend, my friend. We are having Thanksgiving dinner today. Canadian Thanksgiving is always the second Monday in October.
Blessings,
Mary
Tipper,
Another great post.
As you probably know by now, I consider my Grandmaw Mary to be the source of wisdom in my family. My grandpaw’s cast a long shadow of decency and humility over my family but they passed away when I was quite young.
We never had a preacher in my family for quite awhile, I remember stories of one of them way back in the mid 1700’s. He was a Brethren preacher but the Brethren’s didn’t have a church, so the Dunkards let them borrow their churchhouse once a month. The Dunkards would also come to this service. Well, the Dunkards were known to be pacifist and not carry weapons, and this was still wild country, so to eliminate any doubt as to his affiliation (and so he wouldn’t mistaken for a Dunkard), my grandfather carried his rifle with him to the meeting and leaned it against the pulpit as he preached. I’m sure that rifle leaning against the pulpit “spoke” to the congregation as much as the Word!
Matthew
I didn’t know either of my grandfathers, and never lived in the same town as either of my grandmothers. You have been so fortunate to be raised near your’s, and to be able to raise your kids with family nearby!
Tipper,
Perhaps it is my musical background, but I am often brought to tears by the sight of your brother playing with your Pap. I cannot help but imagine the pride that must fill your father’s heart as his son walks in his footsteps of song. I must meet them both one day and get a live audience of their playing.
This evening I went to visit a wonderfully wise woman who celebrated 74 years of life on Tuesday. As my tears ran freely, she wrapped her arms around me and reminded me “All shall be well. It may not feel like it right now, but continue to trust that all shall be well.” Those were the wise words I needed to hear.
Lucky her!
Congratulations, Leslie!!
I loved the pickin’ and grinnin’!!
As usual!
My Dad always told me to keep my mouth shut and my ears open. That way I knew what I knew and what the other feller did too.
Tipper,
This post was really inspirational to me and loved Papaw’s sermon. You know how I enjoy a good one and wish I had known him. Hope Pap can remember more and share them with us.
Pap’s song … oh my goodness … it gave me goosebumps with those beautiful words. Paul and Pap’s voices blend so well and the pickin’ was excellent. Is there anything these two can’t sing? I don’t think so.
A bit of wisdom our Grandad gave us, back when he owned the hog farm was, “Never go into the hog pen by yourself, you might get trampled.” When you’re in there, they rush at you and push you from all sides cause they think you have food. If they got too feisty Grandad would just lift me over and drop me on the other side of the fence. I loved learning from him. xxoo