Hi, Richard!  Recently you wrote in a message to Ardith Hinton:

AH>  You probably wouldn't want to hear me sing either, but
AH>  to my nearest & dearest I say "A singing Mommy is a happy
AH>  Mommy -- count your blessings."  :-))

RW>    NOw I wish I could find a way to convince Kathy
RW>  to cease, but as I say, the rOttie loves it.


            Dallas & I once shared our home with an English bulldog who
clearly enjoyed a recording in which Moe Koffman plays Bach with jazz
percussion as his accompaniment.  It was also one of our favourites.  But I
must add that bulldog hair is like Xmas tree needles & confetti... it works
its way into the darndest places.  I'm still trying to extricate her hair from
the speaker cloth....  ;-)



RW>  SHe'd be belting it out in church and I'd tell her that
RW>  I understand the "make a joyful noise unto the lord ... "
RW>  part, but maybe there are exceptions.


            I imagine God would understand her intent even if she can't carry
a tune in a bucket... however, I can also relate to such things from a
musician's viewpoint!  Recently the three of us went to a gathering, for
example, in which several of the participants were young adults with Down's
syndrome.  One of the mothers suggested we sing Happy Birthday to So-and-So
but gave no indication of which key she had in mind.  As a former band
teacher, I can sing along with the trombones or whatever & cut through to the
back row if necessary.  With a group directed by somebody else, and attempting
to sing in twelve different keys, I'm quite out of my depth.  OTOH, the love I
felt in that room was awesome....  :-)




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