Dedicated to America Elizabeth Hatfield McCoy

With fondness, I am often reminded
Of many visits to Merkie's house
She was fun and very young at heart
Oh, the mischief that we could rouse

We took jaunts up through the hollow
Where we laughed and talked for hours
And stopped occasionally on the way back
Picking bunches of pretty wildflowers

Her house had a big old long front porch
With chairs and gliders and a swing
We pumped that swing as high as we could
Then into the night, we'd sing

In the end of Merkie's living room
Sat a pump organ she barely used
We couldn't play a lick but we tried
And kept each other amused

She would let me come and play for hours
While she went about her chores
She knew how much I loved it and said,
"Honey, one day this'll be yours."

The pedals made a squeaky, bumping sound
Sour notes were quite a distraction
I never gave up and learned a song or two
That pump organ was a big attraction

I'll never forget those joyous times
And the feelings that still remain
Merkie was not only my best friend
My mother-in-law she became

Kathleen McCoy EldridgeŠ
May 16, 2006
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Music: "Down By The Riverside"

Sequenced by Mel Webb
Used With Permission

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