Grammy Nominated Barry Scott Puts Christ Ahead of Awards

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By Barry Scott

Editor’s Note: Barry Scott & Second Wind enter the holiday season as nominees for the prestigious, “Country, Southern, and Bluegrass Gospel Album of the Year” Grammy Award. Yet, Barry pauses to share with us some reflections on his upbringing, and what matters to him most … his family and his faith in Jesus, Christ.

Barry Scott & Second Wind

Barry Scott & Second Wind



 

When I was young my grandparents owned a farm outside of town. We would visit them regularly and spend time helping them take care of their animals.

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This post was submitted by Barry Scott.

The Old Pear Tree

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Vector drawing of golden field and trees during sunset with birds flying in the sky.

Getting through a barbed wire fence was always easier for Robin than it was for Mike. Rob deftly lifted or squeezed the wires just right and quickly slipped through without a hitch.

Even though Mike and Robin were only 9 or 10 at the time, Mike’s navigation through a barbed wire fence resembled a 90 year old doing the limbo. In spite of the extra caution and time he took, Mike invariably got snagged on one of the barbs.

Robin lived on a farm, but Mike was a “city boy”. Didn’t matter that the “city” only had about 5,000 people in it, Mike lived “ in town,” which made him “city.” Things that seemed ordinary to Robin were often either great adventures or daunting trials for Mike.

As always, with a snicker or two, Rob patiently waited for Mike. He could have been cruel, given the disparity in their skills, and, of course, he had to give Mike a hard time now and then. But, overall, at least in his dealings with his buddy Mike, Rob had a sweet patience beyond his years.
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This post was submitted by Mike Strong.

Same Blade, Different “Onion”

By Mike Makuch

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In my youth (around 1970), I spent a lot of time on my Granddad’s farm near Pottsboro, Tx. One of my earliest memories of the farm was before the house had been built.  My Granddad, Uncle JW, and myself were sleeping under the stars that night. I was probably about 10 or 11.

For dinner this evening my Uncle JW had grilled up some hamburgers. We had all the fixins too, lettuce, tomatoes and onions etc., from the garden not a hundred feet from where we were eating and would sleep that night. Pretty tasty after a days work on the farm.

I remember Uncle JW using the pocket knife from his pocket to slice the tomato and onion. After slicing up the veggies he simply wiped the blade off on his pant leg, folded it and stuck it back in his pocket.

This post was submitted by Mike Makuch.