Sometimes, several people would come to play from neighboring small towns. One particular man would show up sometimes to play his guitar and fool around with new tunes and lyrics. He was tall and slim with a shy gentle smile and a twinkle in his eye. I remember that he was always kind to us children and didn't mind having us around. He wasn't famous or well known to the world but he did go on with his music and attained fame and recognition for his work. You see, his music abilities were far more than the group that would gather in Mr Aaron's living room on a Sunday afternoon.
Sometimes, Mr Fred, another neighbor would bring over a machine that would cut records while someone sang. I don't know if the records were saved or what happened to them afterwards. I just remember that we would listen to them when finished and sometimes we laughed at the scratchy sounds they made.
I was always glad to see the man because I knew he would sing a special song for me and let me stand next to his knee while he sang just for me. I have never known if it was a song he wrote himself but when he was there, I could count on him singing it. I would wait in anticipation until he would smile at me and motion me to come over. I remember feeling so special because he picked me to sing too.
The song he sang was called “My Teddy Bear”. I have tried to find a copy of the song during the years but have had no luck. Perhaps it has another name and I am only remembering a few words. I don't know. However, I will always remember the kind man who let me stand at his knee while he sang a special song for me on a Sunday afternoon in Greenville, AL.
His name was Hank Williams and today we still love his songs and recordings. His fame as a country musician was mostly obtained after his death but his talent goes on as long as someone loves & sings his songs.
