Today is Friday, July 16th, 2010; Karen's Korner #1865
Setting the record straight..
A few months ago, Karen's Korner had the following information which was forwarded to me by a friend. Again last night, another friend forwarded me the same email.
It is credited as being penned by 'Tommy Dorsey'.
More than one person had commented to me, "I didn't know that Tommy Dorsey (known jazz player) wrote that song.
The answer is, "He didn't!"
There is Tommy Dorsey and Thomas Dorsey. One was a gospel song writer (black man, known as the Father of Gospel Music) and the other one wasn't. (I knew of the two different men due to Clarion's Gary Brandt; few people know more about music than Gary does. Now you will know as well; thanks to Gary!)
THE BIRTH OF THE SONG 'PRECIOUS LORD'
Back in 1932, I was a fairly new husband. My wife, Nettie and I were living in a little apartment on Chicago's south side. One hot August afternoon I had to go to St. Louis where I was to be the featured soloist at a large revival meeting. I didn't want to go. Nettie was in the last month of pregnancy with our first child. But a lot of people were expecting me in St. Louis. I kissed Nettie good-bye, clattered downstairs to our Model A and, in a fresh Lake Michigan breeze, chugged out of Chicago on Route 66.
However, outside the city, I discovered that in my anxiety at leaving, I had forgotten my music case. I wheeled around and headed back.
I found Nettie sleeping peacefully. I hesitated by her bed; something was strongly telling me to stay. But eager to get on my way, and not wanting to disturb Nettie, I shrugged off the feeling and quietly slipped out of the room with my music.
The next night, in the steaming St. Louis heat, the crowd called on me to sing again and again. When I finally sat down, a messenger boy ran up with a Western Union telegram. I ripped open the envelope. Pasted on the yellow sheet were the words: YOUR WIFE JUST DIED.
People were happily singing and clapping around me, but I could hardly keep from crying out. I rushed to a phone and called home. All I could hear on the other end was 'Nettie is dead. Nettie is dead.'
When I got back, I learned that Nettie had given birth to a boy. I swung between grief and joy. Yet that same night, the baby died. I buried Nettie and our little boy together, in the same casket. Then I fell apart.
For days I closeted myself. I felt that God had done me an injustice. didn't want to serve Him anymore or write gospel songs. I just wanted to go back to that jazz world I once knew so well. But then, as I hunched alone in that dark apartment those first sad days, I thought back to the afternoon I went to St. Louis. Something kept telling me to stay with Nettie. Was that something God? Oh, if I had paid more attention to Him that day, I would have stayed and been with Nettie when she died.
From that moment on I vowed to listen more closely to Him. But still I was lost in grief. Everyone was kind to me, especially one friend. The following Saturday evening he took me up to Maloney's Poro College, a neighborhood music school. It was quiet; the late evening sun crept through the curtained windows.
I sat down at the piano, and my hands began to browse over the keys. Something happened to me then. I felt at peace. felt as though I could reach out and touch God. I found myself playing a melody, once into my head they just seemed to fall into place: 'Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand, I am tired, I am weak, I am worn; through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the light, take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.'
The Lord gave me these words and melody, He also healed my spirit. I learned that when we are in our deepest grief, when we feel farthest from God, this is when He is closest, and when we are most open to His restoring power.
And so I go on living for God willingly and joyfully, until that day comes when He will take me and gently lead me home..
~ Wirtten by Thomas Dorsey
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Brief biograthies on both men from Wikipedia:
Thomas Andrew Dorsey - born on July 1, 1899, in Georgia and died on January 23, 1993, in Chicago. He was the music director of the Pilgrim Baptist Church in Chicago from 1932 until the late 1970s. His best known composition , "Take My Hand Precious Lord" was performed by Mahalia Jackson and was a favorite of Martin Luther King, Jr. Another popular favorite which he wrote was "Peace in the Valley", a hit for Red Foley in 1951 but also performed by a number of other artists.
Thomas Francis Dorsey (better known as Tommy) - born on November 19, 1905 and died on November 26, 1956. He was an American jazz trombone player, trujpeter, composer and bandleader of the Big Band Era. He was known as "The Sentimental Gentleman of Swing", due to his smooth-toned trombone playing.
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