The Chicken House...

My goodness! I really wish the whole class could have come to the Gospel Chicken House. In fact, I plan to lobby for it this week. The experience was nothing short of fantastic. To tell the quick story...

I drove there with Sriram, my Indian friend (who is Hindu). As we pulled into the driveway (this was on an old chicken farm, and the event was to take place in a former chicken house now renovated to be a place of musical gospel worship). It was as country and simple as could be, and the large farm yard was packed with cars - at least 100. We showed up at sunset about 10 minutes before the service was about to start. When we entered, though, the music was already playing and people were having a good time.

Lots of eyes on us as we entered - wow; an Indian man and his 6'4" Caucasian friend.

Average age: 65
Ethnicity: 99% Caucasian
Politics: Conservative (LOTS of McCain/Palin bumper stickers)
Sensibility: 100% community-oriented, polite, and eager to share

We, as newcomers, were asked to introduce ourselves on the microphone in front of the congregation. Sriram - with his uniqueness - stole the show. Everyone was so eager to welcome someone from another culture into their event (especially since he revealed that he was there for a school assignment - which was met with a roar of laughter). "Honey, you ain't got nothin' but culture here. Welcome to the Chicken House!"

We had a great time watching the 5-piece house band belt out the slow-time, often 3/4 or 6/8 gospel tunes complete with 3, 4, and 5-part harmonies. The crowd knew the words to the songs - all by heart, no hymnals, no fliers - all by heart. It was as though they all had been singing these songs for decades; and it's entirely likely that they did.

The Gospel Chicken House touts itself as "The longest weekly gospel music sing in the nation." Their history claims a 34-year long tradition (which I find strangely short for the nation's longest). Regardless, it seemed like a deep, close family. It actually reminded me of some aspects of my own family...

We are not especially religious - certainly not gospel singers - and we certainly don't congregate in chicken houses. We do, however, observe many family traditions that we hold close to our hearts. We honor tradition, longevity, and the specialness of the togetherness we enjoy. We've had 38 years of Terre Haute, IN family reunions followed by a trip to the Indinapolis 500 (turn, 4, Northwest Vista section 2, rows n and p, seats 1-6). Also, we have 37 years of family vacationing at Miller's Shorewood vista resort in the North Woods of Rhinelander, Wisconsin (compare to Kellerman's from Dirty Dancing, only crappier). Bottom line: we do tradition. We do sharing and closeness.

The Gospel Chicken House felt like a bizarro version of my family world. Swap the chicken house for the Terre Haute farm house, trade the gospel tunes for the high pitched whine of Indy cars and the roar of 500,000 fans. The same force is working on both groups - love and togetherness. Ask any Indy race fan - it's not about cars like NASCAR is; it's about being together, back home again in Indiana. If you can't grasp this, go to the race one year. Just Indy. No other race is the same. But I digress...

Go to the Chicken House - http://www.gospelchickenhouse.org - regardless of your religious opinions, it will make a memory that you will never forget. They also might be the nicest people around. They'll welcome you to the group and involve you in the fun. Same goes for my family. Feel free to take a trip to Terre Haute and see us, too.

-h