04/05/2026
We have a country song written by a wonderful fun guest, Rick Erickson. You may find yourself with a little jingle as you read it.
Here’s a country song, about our ties....
We rolled into Calmar, Iowa, past the silos and the grain,
Found a porch light burnin’ steady on West North Street in the rain.
Built back in 1885, that old Victorian frame,
Barb met us at the doorway, Jeff shook our hands the same.
Oh, Lavender Fields, you feel like comin’ home,
Clean sheets, quiet hallways, rooms with a heart of their own.
Three times we’ve knocked on that big front door,
And every sunrise brings us back for more.
You’re the best we’ve found from sea to shinin’ sea—
Lavender Fields, you’re family to me.
I was the one who told my boy, “Chris, bring Angie, you’ll see,”
Now they’ve beat us to the guestbook, they’re there more than we.
This March we packed the whole darn clan—kids runnin’ down the hall,
Other grandparents at the table, laughter fillin’ every wall.
Breakfast hits the iron skillet, garden herbs and local eggs,
Coffee steams like a sunrise, we linger ’til the last drop begs.
Every room’s got a different story sewn into the quilt,
And the history in the woodwork feels like time stood still.
Oh, Lavender Fields, you feel like comin’ home,
Clean sheets, quiet hallways, rooms with a heart of their own.
Three times we’ve knocked on that big front door,
And every sunrise brings us back for more.
You’re the best we’ve found from sea to shinin’ sea—
Lavender Fields, you’re family to me.
So when the road gets long, and the highway calls my name,
I’ll point the wheels to Calmar, ’cause it never feels the same.
Barb and Jeff, keep a light on at 103 West North Street—
Lavender Fields, that’s where our hearts all meet.
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