Today’s post was written by Paul.

Tipper, Granny, and Paul
I first heard the song “Dreaming of a Little Cabin” in my bedroom as a kid. I thought I heard Flatt & Scruggs sing it, but apparently, they never recorded it. It may have been Mac Wiseman, who released a recording in 1952.
I liked it but didn’t pay much attention to it beyond the initial time or two that I heard it. To me, back then, it was more about returning to an old homeplace than it was about the loss of a dear parent. I experience it differently now.
I didn’t hear it again for many years. In the early 2000’s, I heard Jim and Jesse sing the song on a tape that my Uncle Ray made from some radio broadcasts he recorded. Apparently, Jim and Jesse recorded it in 1984. I remember being impressed with how full their harmony was on the song. I happened to play it on the system in my studio control room and discovered that someone (most likely Jesse or his son, Keith) was singing a third part (baritone), and that vocal track was turned down till it was barely audible. Though you would almost never know it was there, it bound the two main voices together like glue. I later discovered this was a technique they used on many recordings in the last 20 years of their career.
I need to explain the title of this post.
A few weeks ago, Tipper found a sheet of notebook paper in Granny’s house, on which she had written instructions for her funeral. To my surprise, at the top of the page, she wrote that she wanted this song sung at her funeral. If I recall correctly, it was one of only three songs on that piece of paper. Tipper gave me the paper. I placed it in my Bible, intending to read the entire sheet closely in the next day or so. Unfortunately, I lost my Bible and haven’t found it in weeks of searching. I may have left it at a church in Bryson City, NC. I’ve since bought a new one.
While I wish I could find the Bible to get and read that piece of notebook paper, there was a card in the Bible (which Tipper also found in Granny’s house) that is more important. It’s a homemade greeting card from Granny. On the outside, there’s a photograph she took of three crocheted animals that she made. Seems like there was a tall, skinny rabbit, a bear, and another animal. She didn’t make them for me but as projects that she gave to family or friends. Inside the card, Granny wrote, “Never stop trying to be a good person. Love, Mom.” I don’t know the occasion for the card. It could have been for my birthday, but nowhere in the card did it say “happy birthday.” She may have just given it to me randomly (in 2012). I wanted to hang onto that card and use it as motivation. Hopefully, I’ll find the Bible, but if not, I can always remember what she wrote.
Either just before or just after Pap passed, Granny gave me a navy dress of hers, on a hanger, with clear plastic draped over it to keep it from getting dusty. She asked me to take it home and make sure that she was buried in it. I dutifully hung it in a wardrobe of mine. Ten years or so later, after she completed her radiation and chemo, she found that none of her dresses fit her, and she wanted something to wear to church that wouldn’t fall off her. I remembered the dress and brought it back up to her house. I believe that piece of notebook paper was clipped to the front of the dress. My guess is that she set it aside, and then Tipper found it among other papers.
Granny was buried in that navy dress, but we didn’t know about the other things she had written on that piece of paper. However, I know that her plans and preferences changed from what she wrote then, because she told me and Tipper that she only wanted the choir to sing at her funeral, not the person she had written down earlier. The choir sang “More About Jesus,” a song that Granny loved, and Rev. Paul Ray Morgan sang “Hand in Hand with Jesus,” per Granny’s request.
Though no one sang it at her funeral, I wanted to honor Granny’s original wish by singing this song in a video. As I said, I was surprised she chose it for her funeral, but a little research showed me that the great, prolific Albert E. Brumley wrote this song; therefore, it may have been in a hymnal that Granny’s church used in her youth. Also, Granny was extremely close to her mother, Gazzie Jenkins, so when she thought ahead to her own funeral, a reunification with her mother was probably at the forefront of her mind.
It took multiple tries to sing this song without choking up. It was usually the line, “she told me once again of Jesus” that got me. I was finally able to compartmentalize the feelings and finish the song. You can find many great versions of this song on YouTube. Here’s a sweet one that went viral nine years ago.
Paul
Original singles released on Spotify.
Shepherd of My Soul (Album released in 2016).
The Wilson Brothers Words of Life Album released in the 70s.
How lovely. Reminds me of “down home” with the grandparents many years ago when the musical instruments would come out after dinner and everything washed up and put away. Then the singing began and it was wonderfufl.
TY Paul. In 1990 my Daddy gave me one of his dress Army uniforms. It was just the pants and jacket. He told me to take good care of it. I did. My brother and 2 of my sisters spent weeks in 2013 throwing away lots of the things in our parents’ home while caring for them both. When Daddy passed away in 2016 of Alzheimer’s they discovered that a suitcase they threw out contained a full-dress uniform that he wanted to be buried in. His cap, jacket, pants, shirt, socks, tie and shoes. There was a full set of medals on the jacket too. All tossed out like trash. I told then Daddy had given me the partial uniform years ago and took it to the funeral home. My siblings accused me of stealing it. When I told them about the one Daddy kept in the suitcase they called me a liar. Anyway, y’all did right by your Mama. I love y’all.
Thanks Mr Paul. What a beautiful song. The words are so precious and touching to this old girl’s heart. Again thank you for sharing this with all us Acorns. Blessings to all. In the name of Jesus Christ our Savior.
Wow! What a beautiful song! I literally listened to it 3 times in a row. So soothing to the soul. Now that’s old timey
Paul! That was a great job of singing that song. I played bluegrass music all over the south east and you have a great voice. Thank you Ronnie
Thank you. I can see why the song was so special. Beautiful.
Great video as usual. Also great news this morning in church when Roy told me that Hickory Stand would be at Shady Grove on Oct 3. I keep trying to get Roy to follow your videos. Have a blessed day.
Made me cry and I love the picture of you three. Granny was a pretty woman.
That was lovely, Paul.
So beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing.
Sunday blessings Paul – and all in Wilson Holler – thank you for sharing this precious and ‘take me back in time’ song – so many memories it stirs up. Did your Bible ever ‘come home’ again? This has happened to me recently – my husband has a special cane made from one piece of branch that was bent at the top for the hand to hold – after he died, I took it over and it was a tangible treasure for me – when I leave my building, I need it for support so I have no idea how I could have misplaced it! I have torn my suite apart, but it is just gone – it had my name and number on it, as well as his, but it still has not found its way back. I guess someone thought they needed it more than I did, but it makes my heart ache.
Not yet, I sure hope it does come back to me.
It does not matter who prays for you, it only matters WHO answers. May your former Bible be found.
That was beautiful. Has me teary too. ❤️
What a wonderful song to hear before Sunday School. I miss my Daddy extra bad this morning. He doesn’t have to preach anymore. I can still hear him though. Pray for me and my family please.
What a moving post today. Thank you, Paul. You all have gone to such length to honor Granny and she was so blessed to have you as her children. I’m very sorry you misplaced your Bible. I am praying it will turn up soon.
What a beautiful song…it brought tears to my eyes. Thank-you for sharing it with us. I hope and pray your lost Bible will be found someday.
Paul is such a great musician. I watched this the other day.
Tipper, mom did well with the heart abasion on Thursday. but Friday and Saturday she had really bad days. Which is common with that procedure and her age. Thank the Lord she is doing much better today. Still not back to normal but much better. Thank you so much for the prayers.
That’s a beautiful song, Paul. I’m sure Granny heard you sing it from heaven.
That was a beautiful song. Someday, when my mama leaves this world, I will miss hearing her singing. She sings while doing dishes and she sings when making the bed. Sometimes she just breaks out singing when we’re going somewhere in the car. She, like all mamas, has the sweetest voice.
thanks for the song it was beautiful.
So beautiful, both versions. I can see why Granny loved it so. My precious momma was my best friend and I understand that feeling listening to the song.