Little Richard Miller, born without arms and legs
“Jesus Use Me”
From the back cover:
“RICHARD MILLER WAS BORN WITHOUT ARMS AND LEGS ON NOVEMBER 28, 1942…. HE LEARNED TO PLAY THE UKELELE AT THE YOUNG AGE OF TEN BY LISTENING TO THE RADIO AND PLAYING ALONG WITH THE SONGS – HE HAS NEVER HAD MUSIC OR VOICE LESSONS…. HE ENTERED THE UNIVERSITY OF TEXAS AND WAS GRADUATED IN 1966…. DURING THIS TIME, RICHARD WAS SAVED AND THE LORD GAVE HIM THE TALENT TO PLAY THE ORGAN. AND HE BEGAN MAKING CHURCH AND CONCERT APPEAARANCES ALMOST EVERY WEEK-END…. HIS FLEXIBLE TRAILWAYS BUS PICTURED ON THIS ALBUM COVER IS CUSTOM-EQUIPPED WITH SLEEPING, COOKING, REST ROOM, AND CLOSET FACILITIES, FOR HIS CONVENIENCE. RICHARD ALSO DRIVES HIS OWN AUTOMOBILE, A CONVERTIBLE, WITH THE USE OF DEVICES INVENTED BY HIS DAD, HAVING DRIVEN OVER 55,000 MILES WITHOUT AN ACCIDENT OR TICKET. SO THAT HE MAY ENJOY GOSPEL MUSIC WHILE GOING DOWN THE ROAD, RICHARD’S CAR HAS A STEREO WITH FOUR SPEAKERS. ”
The Fuller Family
“A Little Crippled Girl’s Prayer”
From the back cover:
“To be asked to write about Marsha Fuller on her album is an easy task. She is an inspiration to all who know her. It was mainly Marsha’s song (The Cripple Girl’s Prayer) that inspired our recent Easter Telethon for the crippled children at the Cardinal Hill Hospital. She served on the Telethon many long hours; on the telephone as moderator, and of course, singing…. One tiny 13-year-old girl, full of laughter, small in body, unable to walk, with a voice so mighty that in the quiet times looking into her face — you see God.
Dale Rae Lundgren
“Our Disappointments are HIS Appointments”
Woodale Sacred Records
I took these pics of records from someone’s great collection at the MSP Music Expo in Minneapolis. I’m just now posting them! Of course I forgot the guy’s name who they belonged to, so if you see this send me an email so I can give you credit!
Roy Thackerson “Fingerless Fiddler”
Ovella “volumn 1″(sic)
From the Back Cover:
If you have never met Roy or listened to him play his fiddle you have certainly missed out on a real treat. He is amazing. As you may not know, he lost his fingers when a dynamite cap exploded in his hand, destroying his fingers and doing great bodily damage. This did not destroy his desire and determination to play the fiddle.
I typed in my name and I not only found my website, but saw my album cover in your collection of ‘Collectible Records.’ I lived in a time when children were “cruel” and laughed and made fun of other children with deformities or handicaps. Society has changed, Thank God, toward any person with a disability or handicap.
I lost the fingers on my left hand and the sight in my left eye, at the age of 5, when a dynamite cap blew up in my hand. Nothing but the grace of God let me live. I was a pretty hard-headed kid and was determinded to let nothing stop me from doing whatever it is that I chose to do. My entire family was musically inclined, so I decided I did not want to be left out of our family musicals. Many dedicated hours were spent on my guitar.
It was only at the age of 30 that I decided I could play the fiddle and my ‘good friends’ told me, ‘you can’t play the fiddle, you’re fingerless!’ After 5 years of learning to play the fiddle, I became ‘The Fingerless Fiddler.’
Now, at 65 years of age, I am still playing my guitar and entering many flat top picking contest. I also play the fiddle in many fiddle contests and judge at State Fiddle Championships. I am also booked for various events as special entertainer thoughout the United States.
The Mexia State School
“Sings” aka “Extraordinary Unusual Original Dedicated to the Glory of God and to the Work and Study of Mental Retardation Different: a First Unmatched Opportunity”
Hymntone #HPS 7739
From the Back Cover:
“This album is special because of the songs — some of the finest this generation has produced– because of the artist– Jeff Steinberg is a miracle– his indomitable will– his zest for life combine to make him one of today’s most unusual witnesses for Jesus Christ…. Handicapped? Well maybe! Depends on your definition. The first time I saw him he had that metal hook of his in the air praising God for his salvation.” — Doug Oldham