Singing with my Dad as a little girl...

[Gosh, I have multiple memories of singing "Blackboard of my Heart" while Dad {PePe} played his acoustic guitar; it's one of my favorite memories EVER!]

Daddy is handsome. I am small. I am singing and he is smiling as he plays his guitar. He is sitting on a red velvet square chair without a back--sort of a stool. His guitar is light brown and glossy. He sings along for the first few lines and then listens to me sing. [I am smiling as I recall this memory. We would play and sing it over and over...he never seemed to get tired of it.]

[Here are the lyrics--thank God for the Internet!]

"Blackboard of my Heart" by Hank Thompson
(written by L. Gaston & H. Thompson)

When I was young and went to school
They taught me how to write.

To take the chalk and make a mark
And hope it turns out right.

Well that's the way it is with love
And what you did to me.

I wrote it so you'd know
That I was yours eternally

(Chorus)
But the tears have washed I love you
From the blackboard of my heart.
It's too late to clean the slate
And make another start.
I'm satisfied the way things are
Although we're far apart.
My tears have washed I love you
From the blackboard of my heart.

If you'd been true the way you should
And not have gone astray

These tears would not have fallen down
And washed the words away.

No need to talk, 'cause if the chalk
Should write those words again

It will be for someone else
Not for what have might have been.

(Chorus)

[listen:]
http://tinyurl.com/no6y5g

~Mama