Morning get-out-of-bed-and-get-going time always came early at our house. Dad always had to get up and milk the cows, 30 below zero or not, and Mom always had to get up to prepare food for the tribe. In the winter, Dad got up extra early because the coal fire in the coal stoves that heated our house and cooked our food always went out around 3:00 a.m. or so and we would freeze when we woke up in our unheated bedrooms, pulling something on quickly and moving to the living room to finish dressing by the stove.
One constant through those early mornings of getting ready to go out to the fields to hoe beets or haul hay in the summer or to catch the unheated school bus for an hour ride to school beginning in September was the radio. And I can still hear the echoes of "Good morning, this is KGHL, Billings Montana, bringing you The Old Fashioned Revival Hour." This greeting was followed by a stirring rendition of "Every day with Jesus is sweeter than the day before; every day with Jesus I love Him more and more; Jesus loves and keeps me and He's the One I'm waiting for." And then we scarfed down cooked cereal, or invalid eggs (baked eggs in cream, pancakes, toast miraculously toasted in the coal-stove oven slathered with strawberry jam from the cellar, milk from the cows in the barnyard, and we were out the door. And, try as I might to do otherwise, my days still echo to the strains of the Old Fashioned Revival Hour from KGHL in Billings Montana.