Tuesday, September 20, 2011
My grandmother sang in the choir of her little Baptist church for decades. She sang alto, like me. Rather, I sing alto like her.
I learned to sing standing beside this piano as she played Shirley Temple songs. I can still sing parts of "Good Ship Lollypop" and "Animal Crackers in My Soup."
I miss my grandmother, maybe more so now that I sing alto in the choir of my own little Baptist church. Her piano sits in my living room where I pick out harmonies as I practice.
She left me a piano, a legacy of music, and a legacy of faith. I think she'd be grateful that I appreciate it, and I know I'm grateful for all she took the time to pass on.
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