Anyone who knows me knows that I can't and don't sing but I do love good singing, especially the way the elders, led by my granddaddy, Berry, would do it.
Years ago in the South, before the Black Church as we know it today existed, there would be secret church or "camp meetings," as they were called, held in the "brush arbor." The word arbor means trees or a place with lots of trees, indicating that these meetings were held in a densely forested area in order to hide the gatherers and muffle the sounds that would emanate from them.