…a time I practiced being in the choir. It’s amazing that during this time of isolation memories surface more easily, perhaps we are left with our own thoughts for many hours on end and have nothing but memories to entertain ourselves with. I never realized how much I wanted to grow up and be like my two older sisters, but the other day one surfaced as if I had done this just yesterday. I was 10 years old and I was practicing to become a member of the choir at the Church of the Epiphany. Our house had a hall that ran down the middle of the house with rooms on both sides. I would start at the end of the hall, holding a book and I slowly would walk down the hall and across the living room. I would slowly walk around the back of the couch and gently put the book down on my imaginary choir rail and continue with singing. Was I singing, or pretending to sing, or humming, I have no idea, but I definitely was in the choir. This came to light the other day when my older sister sent me a recording of her singing in the choir this past Sunday. Each member sang their part at home and a few went to church to record their parts and then someone put all the voices together. Amazing the technology, a virtual choir. Jane singing (Click on Jane twice and click on URL) It is beautiful and hard to believe there were only 18 choir members. I’m sure the Epiphany choir that I aspired to be part of didn’t sound at all like that and when I questioned Jane if she had been in the choir, she said she had but doesn’t remember practicing. However, I did practice and when I look back, did I want to be in the choir or did I want to be like Jane? Or Julie? Well, that’s another memory for another day.