My Tribute to Peg

Heaven gained a precious lady this morning.

Introduction

I can’t remember a time when I didn’t listen to The McKameys. My grandparents had cassette and VHS tapes of many Southern Gospel groups, but my two of favorites were always The Singing Cookes and The McKameys. There was a park in the Ozark mountains of Arkansas that would host a 2 or 3 day singing every year, and my grandparents would take their Airstream camper and go every year that they had an opportunity. When I was four years old, I remember going to the singing that year with Grandma and Pa and meeting Peg.

A few years later, when my mother and father divorced, I went to live with my mother, and some nights, the only way I could get to sleep was to listen to The McKameys tapes that I had.

As a teenager, I would go to campmeetings and revivals with Grandma and Pa. We would pack up the Winnebago and park it next to tabernacles, brush harbors, and little country churches in the mountains where Pa would be preaching for a week or two at a time. There was no phone signal,…