He probably remembered Route 937, and the larger dot on the
map known as Groesbeck that was just a little ways northwest of his childhood
home. It was another speck on the Texas
map (see the state’s seal here), known as Hamlin, where John Braselton Fillmore
Wright was letting his mind drift one night in 1923, as he thought about
“Precious Memories”. His mind’s eye
conjured up images of a railroad too, and friendly folks aboard passing trains
who waved anonymously at a curious youngster who’d become a fixture along their
rail line journey. Both scenes had shaped the life of this middle-aged Texan up
until that point in his life.
J.B. F. Wright had
plenty to draw upon as he wept and penned the special words of his “Precious
Memories” during the dead of one autumn night in his 46th year. His
mind flowed back to his childhood in east-central Texas, of his mother and
father and their home in Box Church, a tiny town down Route 937 from Groesbeck,
which lies some 35 miles east of Waco. Perhaps John also recalled being at nearby
Lake Limestone more times than he could count. But, besides the sights he might
have recalled, it was the sounds that Wright pondered, particularly those of
his parents. They loved to sing,
spurring a love of music in their son, and providing the foundation upon which
he stood to produce, according to various accounts, between 200 and 500 songs
over his lifetime. So it was natural for
John to feel deeply the loss of these mentor-parents in the early part of the
1900s, two events five years apart that stayed with him for the remainder of
his life, including in 1923. Those weren’t the only episodes that filled his head
one night, however. His young son Everett had suddenly died more than a year
earlier, an event that still tormented him. The trains near Hamlin, Texas with
the waving passengers that had intrigued the little boy also stuck with the
father. ‘Where was the cute kid who so liked to wave?’, they must have wondered
wistfully. And so, in Hamlin (north of Abilene, in north-central Texas), for
whatever reason, Wright’s mind would not rest one night as he lay on his bed.
The tears flowed, but he’d apparently learned that poetry and songs flowed
therapeutically out of trials like this too.
John Wright may not have had much formal music training, but
that didn’t stop him from composing. He’d attended one singing school near
Hamlin for a few weeks, but spent his life vocationally as a farmer and later
as a custodian and groundskeeper at a college. Perhaps that was all he needed
to nurture the musical gene within – a seemingly unspectacular life that was
nevertheless filled with cherished thoughts of home and family. His words tell
of his formula for song-writing. Keep it simple, and don’t avoid memories, even
painful ones. They just might be from God.
A brief biography of the composer is here: http://www.hymnary.org/person/Wright_JBF
Most complete story of the song story here, by Robert J.
Taylor, in an excerpt of his book “A Song Is Born”: http://taylorpublications.com/image/data/html/hymnstory.html
For a stirring music video rendition of Wright’s song, see
here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=53Dpcnehu5Q
See here for map of area around composer’s hometown area: http://www.mapquest.com/us/tx/box-church