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In 1931, Clara Ward's mother said she had received a message from God: "Go sing the Gospel and help save dying and lost men and women." Gertrude Ward built an entrepreneurial career around that call, forming a family trio with seven-year-old Clara and her sister Willa and, within a few years, booking touring gospel stars into Philadelphia churches while her daughters watched from the wings. A sensational set at the 1943 National Baptist Convention in Chicago turned the act professional; by 1950, Clara's own arrangement of "How I Got Over" was a million-selling gospel landmark. Through the 1950s her group -- sequined gowns, towering wigs, Vegas showrooms, the Ed Sullivan Show -- pushed gospel further into the American mainstream than any act before it, proof the sacred could fill a nightclub as readily as a pew. She died in 1973, at 48.
In 1934, Gertrude Ward -- already booking touring gospel acts to build her family's name -- brought Thomas Dorsey and Sallie Martin to Philadelphia, putting ten-year-old Clara in the same room as the man Don Cusic's Library of Congress essay calls "the Father of Black Gospel." It was the same circuit, sometimes literally the same stage, that Clara would inherit. Decades later she recorded his best-known composition outright: the sleeve of her 1996 reissue "Take My Hand, Precious Lord" credits "Rev. Thomas A. Dorsey" as composer and "Clara Ward" as the performing artist, a straight line from that childhood booking to her own catalog.
listen forDorsey wrote the hymn as a first-person plea -- "take my hand" -- and sang it in his own voice, the request carried by a single singer. Ward's recording keeps his words and his melody but hands the line to a group built on the "switch-lead" style her Philadelphia Music Alliance biography says her singers pioneered in gospel: four voices trading the same request back and forth until it sounds less like one person's prayer than a whole congregation's.
Brewster had discovered her as a Memphis teenager and thought she carried the "beauty and stature of a queen," naming her after an Ethiopian monarch -- and it was Anderson, not Ward, who first sang his new composition "How I Got Over." Ward heard the song on Anderson's own record, years before she ever performed it herself, according to Don Cusic's Library of Congress essay on the song's history. When Ward finally cut her own version for Gotham in 1950, the hymn Anderson had introduced to her became the one deliverance song gospel remembers by Ward's name instead.
listen forNo surviving recording of Anderson's original lets you compare the two side by side, but her reputation for it does: music historian Kip Lornell calls her the singer who "brought down the house and kept the audience hollering for more." Ward's own "How I Got Over" earned nearly the same description under a different name -- Don Cusic's essay calls it a "house wrecker," the up-tempo, spirit-driven kind of song built to break a congregation open. Listen for that same testifying urgency in Ward's phrasing -- a quality she is documented to have first heard secondhand, from Anderson's own record, before she ever made it hers.
By the time Ward's family group broke out at the 1943 National Baptist Convention, Sister Clara Hudmon had already spent 13 years on record -- she cut her first sides for Okeh in 1930 and by the 1940s was touring as "the Georgia Peach." "Clara Ward was influenced early in life by gospel singers Queen C. Anderson and Clara 'The Georgia Peach' Hudman," writes gospel historian Lee Hildebrand in his biography of Ward for the gospel label Malaco Records -- the only account that names a direct debt rather than treating the two singers as contemporaries.
listen forHudmon's 1931 recording of the traditional "When the Saints Go Marching In" carries what the 2002 book "Undercurrent: The Hidden Wiring of Modern Music" calls a "scarred but studied delivery," a plainspoken authority credited with helping usher gospel out of the choir loft and onto record. Ward's version of the same standard, cut years later for the same ten-track compilation that carries Dorsey's "Precious Lord," keeps the tune's built-in joy but multiplies it: one voice becomes a trading, overlapping quartet, the same march turned from a hymn into a show-closer.