This week I had one of the participants in my class ask me, “Why aren’t you still singing?” He had done a search for me and read much of this blog and other things I have written elsewhere. I did not have a good answer for him. I thought it appropriate to revisit this post this morning.
Anyone who knows me well might have guessed that the letter M would have been the prompt for a post on music. For those who do not know me, music has always been an integral part of my life. It’s part of my story, a family legacy which goes way back in time.
I am the eldest of five children. Both of my parents were musical, so I never can remember music not being a part of my life.
Mom sang and had worked as a young woman in a group called the “Blue Bonnet Girls,” here in the Pacific Northwest. I learned how to harmonize by singing along with my Mom when she sang songs to us as kids. “Mairzy Doats (Mares Eat Oats),” “You Are My Sunshine,” and “Three Little Fishies (Itty Bitty Pool)” were among many of the songs that she taught all of us, and are…
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