Sunday, May 16, 2010

Sweet Virginia

The title of this post really says everything.  This became really evident at a house show I attended last night where the artist (Wendell Kimbrough) played a song titled, "Sweet Virginia".  During that song it hit me that I really am about to leave this fine land they call Virginia.

Many of you probably know I would consider my self a southerner, but more importantly at least to me is that I consider my self a Virginian first.  Most of you won't understand the place this state holds in my heart, but it is as much a part of me as I am of it.  You see my father's family has been in VA for as long as we can trace back the family line, my mother's family can trace their line back to the prominent Virginian Zachary Taylor.  Virginia is just in my blood.

With all of that said this sate is the only place I have called home.  It is sad to think I am leaving this the hallowed ground of Washington, Jefferson, Lee, and countless others for a place that calls itself the Show Me State.  Im sure I will cry many times over my last few weeks here, but the tears I shed last night listening to Wendell sing "Sweet Virginia" were my first.

I will miss this state, but more than that I will the community we have here, the family that lives here, and the memories that were made here.  I leave with a song that while not politically correct to many, is currently on my mind.

"Carry Me Back to Old Virginny"

Carry me back to old Virginny.
There's where the cotton and corn and taters grow.
There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring-time.
There's where this old darkey's heart am long'd to go.
There's where I labored so hard for old Massa,
Day after day in the field of yellow corn;
No place on earth do I love more sincerely
Than old Virginny, the state where I was born.
Carry me back to old Virginny.
There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow;
There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring-time.
There's where this old darkey's heart am long'd to go.
Carry me back to old Virginny,
There let me live till I wither and decay.
Long by the old Dismal Swamp have I wandered,
There's where this old darkey's life will pass away.
Massa and Missis have long since gone before me,
Soon we will meet on that bright and golden shore.
There we'll be happy and free from all sorrow,
There's where we'll meet and we'll never part no more.
Carry me back to old Virginny.
There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow;
There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring-time.
There's where this old darkey's heart am long'd to go.




With much Love,
Marty

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