Keokuk, Iowa

April, 1849

"I grew up in Minnesota, with a sister named Rhoda. I laid girlhood, to marry a man named Brown." The singing of Lucille Brown floated through the kitchen as she seasoned a bowl full of mashed potatoes.

"Ma," Mrs. Brown's daughter Katie turned around from setting the table. "Where did that ditty come from?"

Mrs. Brown laughed. "That 'ditty' is something I made up when I married your pa. My ma made one, too. So did my grandmother."

"Ya' know," Katie said thoughtfully. "I think that ya' have a more beautiful song already."

"How so?" Her mother asked.

"I think that it can be a lot of different things."

"Likeā€¦?" Her mother prompted.

"Like the mood you put people in. Are they happy to see ya', or do they run to the other side of the street when they see ya' coming? Do they walk away from ya' upset or grinning?

I also think it's about the humdrum of your days, too. And what you can give to people."

Mrs. Brown smiled. "What do ya' mean by the 'humdrum of my days'?"

"Well, like how you always sing while you work, and talk to the chickens when you feed 'em. How you can fix my hair right even when I don't know what I want done with it. How ya' fix the best biscuits in the county. And ya' know how to make me smile when I'm down in the mouth. How yer always telling Snap to get his 'cotton-picking paws out a' yer garden'; and how at night you'll talk to Grandma, who's way back in Minnesota. Stuff like that that happens often, and sets you apart from other people."

Just then Snap, the dog, started barking; signaling an oncoming wagon. "Your father's back from town." Mrs. Brown said, as Katie hurried to finish setting the table.

"I guess we all have a song." Katie mused.


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