Our family of seven huddled around the radio, listening. TV wasn't available yet in our mountain town in Northern California. For as long as I can remember, I loved singing along with the radio. My family encouraged me. The songs I loved to sing most were, "The Tennessee Waltz," and "Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer."
Mom and Dad thought my singing was cute and had me sing solos in church. I stood in front of the congregation, wearing my red gingham dress with a white pinafore. My hair had a permanent.I stood next to the piano, looking at the people smiling up at me, making me feel special.
I sang "Jesus Wants Me For a Sunbeam." I got confused about the part saying, "A sunbeam, a sunbeam, Jesus wants me for a sunbeam." I kept singing it over and over again. I could have gone on forever, if someone hadn't stopped me.
During Grade school I continued singing, I especially enjoyed singing in the restroom, where the hollow sound resonated. In the ladies room at school, I was alone, singing and singing, really belting it out. I studied my face in the mirror, trying to capture just the right look.
Suddenly, a little girl entered the room saying, "The teacher said, to tell you your disturbing the class."
I was embarrassed, but when I returned to class the teacher invited me to sing front of the kids, I was thrilled as I sang,, "The Wayward Wind," and "The Banana Boat Song." The kids really liked it. One of the girls told me I was as good as Elvis.
I told mother once, "I want to sing in a choir. Maybe, even the Tabernacle Choir."
I sang in the choir in high school. We sang at schools, churches and at Christmas we sang in the mall.
On Easter, after lots of practice our choir performed, "The Messiah."
My sister, Jan also liked to sing. Being a soprano, she could hit the high notes. I sang alto and we did duets for family and church activities. Years later, Jan trained her voice and became a professional opera singer.
My dream is to express joy, passion, and comfort during sad times. It sometimes brings peace amid chaos.
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