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I asked ChatGPT about a gospel song that contained the phrase "tell them when I get home," and it gave me this:

"Tell Them When I Get Home"

Verse 1:

"Tell them when I get home,

I'm gonna see my Savior's face.

Tell them when I get home,

I'm gonna sing of His amazing grace.

Chorus:

Tell them when I get home,

Tell them when I get home,

I'll be home, I'll be home,

Tell them when I get home.

Verse 2:

I've been tried in the fire,

But I made it through the storm.

Now my soul is weary,

But I'll be resting in His arms.

Chorus:

Tell them when I get home,

Tell them when I get home,

I'll be home, I'll be home,

Tell them when I get home."

There's bound to be a YouTube of that somewhere.

My mother drilled into me that I was never to use the pejorative "nigger" under any circumstances, long before I ever had the opportunity to call anybody that. We had a white neighborhood, white school, white church. Even our housekeeper Mrs. Woods was an old white lady. But I do remember being uncomfortable when my buddy Robert from across the street used the word a lot, and casually. I later learned that his grandfather, from somewhere in East Texas, was a leader in the Knights of the White Camelia, a notorious Klan variant.

Your grandfather George Roy Terrell died in 1965, and is buried in Sandia Memorial Gardens in Albuquerque, according to the find-a-grave website. A few years after his death, our grandmother Isabella (Belle) remarried to a man named Everett Stone, whom I think was a distant cousin of hers, and moved to Tucson, Arizona. She died in 1976, when I was in college. I remember that a few years earlier, my dad had flown out to Tucson to basically confront Everett and compel him to put Belle into a nursing home, because he couldn't take care of her after her stroke.

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Oh man, I'm going to have to search for this one. Thanks, Henry

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