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Silent Night, Holy Night -- first hearing in the home brought tears

Seventy some years after witnessing this event, Geniece Leftwich Marcum shared her feelings about the Christmas song, Silent Night, with daughter Linda Marcum Waggener. As a girl, Geniece was observing her mother, Addie Turner Leftwich. The farm on which this memory took place was two miles outside Edmonton behind what is now Bowling Park on the Glasgow Road. Addie was part of the Turner family from Crocus Creek in southern Adair County, whose father Joseph moved them to Metcalfe County, Cave Ridge, where she met a young man named Walter Scott Leftwich and claimed him. Geniece was the youngest of nine children born to Addie and Walter. Their sons, Geniece's big brothers, star in this memory.

By Geniece Marcum

"I never hear the song Silent Night without seeing mama standing at the old dining room door drying her hands on her apron, crying.

"Russell had bought one of the first radios to be had in our neighborhood and set it up in the family room.



"There was no electricity in our home then so all four of my brothers, Russell, Robert, Ed and Rondyl, worked the long, late fall afternoon wiring it up to a pole set up in the front yard with an aerial wire run to the radio.

"It took three batteries to get it in operation - a big one like a car battery, and a couple of round ones that were pretty good size.

"When they were finally finished, the first sound we heard were the strains of Silent Night filling the house.

"Mama left her work at the kitchen stove and slowly came to lean against the dining room door, drying her hands on her apron. She had tears in her eyes when she said, "It seemed like that music was just coming to meet me."




This memory inspired more from Columbiamagazine.com reader and contributor George Rice. His response follows:

By George Rice

Christmas memories.....Silent Night was a wonderful story.

Being of an age that I could relate to the story, I could see the characters and story in living color within my imagination.

I so remember those radios with that huge pack of batteries and the wire across the front yard attached to the tall pole with a small insulator at the end of the wire.

It seemed that that wire had to be in the front yard as a prestigious symbol saying, "We have a radio."Also with that memory was the Saturday night when the neighbors would gather in and sit around the radio in a circle lit by an oil lamp listening to the Renfro Valley Barn Dance.

Precious memories indeed.


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