As a child growing up, I always wanted to be close to my dad. His mother died the day he was born on May 10, 1930, shortly after his birth. Beatrice Myrtle Jordan was never given the opportunity to cradle, kiss or lullaby her son before she passed on. She was a 25 year old schoolteacher the day she died. My father was her first and only child.
Although I never met her, I heard stories from my Grandpa Rowley, that before she died, Beatrice would sit at the piano for hours and sing the songs of her heart–”What A Friend We Have in Jesus” and “Amazing Grace” to name a few to my unborn father, who nestled warm within her womb. Did she know that this would be her only opportunity to lullaby her son?
