http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h220b_RcQPU
http://www.countryblaze.com/minnie-pearl/mothers-thimble-video_8549f0a40.html
I’ve been rummaging through a basket filled with relicts of
the past. One by one I turned them idly until I found at last wrapped in a
piece of homespun and laid away with care, the dingy old steel thimble that my
mother use to wear.
Oh what a flood of memories sweeps in upon my soul as the
course of faded covering I carefully unroll and dim with dust of useless years
I see before me there the battered old steel thimble that my mother use to
wear.
Rough with the toil of mother love in cheerless days of
yore. It was the only ornament those dear hands ever wore. And I tenderly
caress it as a treasure, rich and rare, this precious old steel thimble that my
mother use to wear. Companion of her widowhood. The faithful friend for years,
made scared by her patient toil and sanctified by tears. No costly gem that
sparkles on the hand of lady fair could buy the old steel thimble that my
mother use to wear.
In a quiet little
churchyard she has slumbered many a year, yet in this holy hour I seem to feel
her presence near and hear her tender benediction as I bow in grateful prayer
and kiss the old steel thimble that my mother use to wear.
The memory of my mother shall be a beacon light to guide my wayward

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