You'll Never Walk Alone

 

  

  

 

 

Please visit Spiritual Sunday to fill your heart with joy.

 

 

Thank you, dear Charlotte.

 

  

  

 

 

Please visit Spiritual Sunday to fill your heart with joy.

 

 

Thank you, dear Charlotte.

  

Comments

[Anne]

Beverly, this is beautiful! I always enjoy your Spiritual Sunday shares! Blessings, Anne

[Claudia]

You'll never walk alone always makes me cry, Beverly!

xo
Claudia

[Cindy]

So pretty and I'm so glad it's true...we never walk alone!
Blessings,
Cindy

[Shelia]

I love this song too, Beverly! Beautiful message and isn't it from the movie 'Carousel' with Shirley Jones? Love her. Love you! Now what fun things can you do in Excel?
Be a sweetie,
Shelia ;)

[racheld]

When I was very young, in a very small town---a town so small that all of us children could walk to town for the Saturday Afternoon Western Movie---there was always a cartoon, a newsreel, the obligatory Jungle-Jim type serial, and the "feature." One Saturday, just as it was getting time for the actual movie, another very short film started to play---one for the March of Dimes, I believe, and the entire sound track was this song. My memory WANTS it to have been Jerry Lewis, but I know he was not the Spokesman then, and it's just my never-miss-the-ending-of-the-Telethon remembrance that causes the mistake.

By the time all the pictures of those brave, enduring children had faded and the music stilled, we sat for a moment in the dark, each of us furtively wiping tears with our sleeves and shirt-tails, and then the lights went on, to reveal all our pinkened cheeks and eyes. Two ladies walked up and down the aisles like the ushers at our church, passing two small Swanson Chicken Pot Pie pans through our grubby hands.

In those faraway days, our Saturday allowance was gone as soon as we got it, for that quarter-a-week would buy your movie ticket, a crinkly little bag of popcorn, and a small, either too-sweet or all-carbonated-water Coke, depending on how the operator set up the machine, with a nickel left over for however-you-cared-to-spend it. Mine usually went for a shiny yellow Ticonderoga #2 the next week at school, for I was a prolific notebook-filler, even in those days.

I'd always taken my leftover nickel back home, to prove to my parents that I COULD save money, and I held tight to it for a moment, trying to think how I'd explain the lack of my change. Anytime I hear that song, I'm transported back to a hot, dusty velvet-seat old theater in the Deep South, wet eyes and skinned knees and all, parting ways with literally my last nickel. I can still hear the tinny "click" into the little pan.

[Joyce]

Beautiful, we must always remember that we are never alone, and isn't that just the best part of life!

[jeanne, backyard neighbor]

Hi Beverly, I too love this song. I enjoyed Rachel's story. I haven't had a minute today. Hoe al is well with you. Back to printing...
Love you,
Jeanne