He would go in the kitchen and get him a bowl. Mr. Walker would get up in church on Sunday and these kids would be so tickled. He'd just had his hair cut with the bowl. Even back then when lessons were harder. The songs we used to sing in church we've been singing for years and years.
Nobody really goes to the hymnbook, they sing from memory.
When Grandma would sing, she had a captivated audience. That was when I was little. I haven't heard Mama sing in years but she used to sing with Grandma. He's just sit down and tell us stories and build his homemade nets and fox traps and cook hominy grits for us. That was his treat, cooking hominy grits for us.