Back when I was a boy, before there was a Wal-Mart or Amazon, our family went Christmas shopping the old-fashioned way. Once every year, the basement of the local hardware store transformed into a magical toy chest where me and my sisters would Oh and Ah over the toys that now graced the metal shelves of the Hugh Saum’s Store.
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You probably don’t know Alberta or Craig or Gerald or my cousin Patty, or any of the other voices heard in this month’s installment of Christmas Music all year-long. If one were singing in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, your voice may be masked over by the vast numbers of fellow choir members. But not in your typical small town church. Continue reading Christmas Music In May
This is a short audio/video clip featuring the Junior Choir of Saint Paul’s U.C.C. Church in Woodstock, Virginia performing in this past December’s ‘Singing Christmas Tree’. Continue reading Christmas Music in April
It’s a pity that the beauty of Christmas isn’t shared throughout the year. Give this a listen.
I tell you what. I JUST got my hands on a copy of The Singing Christmas Tree performance from December 2017, at Saint Paul’s United Church of Christ in Woodstock, Virginia. And you know what? We were pretty daggone good. I’m an old rock & roller, listen to the Stones for breakfast, but live music of any kind is good music. Continue reading Christmas Music in Febuary
Everyone has a God-given talent of some sort. But only a few have a talent that can bring about tears of joy. This weekend, Saint Paul’s United Church of Christ in Woodstock, Virginia will present its annual program “The Singing Christmas Tree”. Continue reading The Young Violinist
The Christmas Season isn’t the best time of year for many a sad soul. While seemingly everyone delights at the commercial symbols of Christmas, others feel an opposite emotion.
I never spoke with my son outside of the confines of his Mother’s womb. Perhaps the lack of a voice to remember relieves me of one less thing on which to grieve. I’m lucky, I suppose. The less, the better. Unlike the cold of winter, the loss of a child never goes away. Continue reading Just Because
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