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
Back when I was a boy! (as I pull-up my trousers and speak like an older man:) Life was simple for a teenager growing up in Small Town U.S.A. In 1978, the population of Woodstock, Virginia was somewhere around 2500 people. Continue reading Our Jericho Mile
This short clip shows ladies in their Easter get-ups, the original Ritalin Boy (your’s truly), an Egg Hunt at the original Woodstock Park, and my sister with our Grandmother Knode.
Hope that you had a nice Easter weekend.
Men in suits. Ladies with festive hats. Children in their Easter outfits. It’s the fifties on film. Saint Paul’s UCC. Woodstock, Virginia in 1950.
A four-year-old boy goes off to the grocery store, with his two-year-old sister in tow, to buy some laundry detergent for their Mother. It was only four blocks to the store. What could possibly go wrong? Continue reading Shopping in the 60’s (The Good Old Days)
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
The old man had cried on and off over the past five days.
It’s not manly. It’s not the way a man is supposed to act. A grown man sobbing like a little girl. A grown man tearing up during a chance encounter with a neighbor or with a salesperson who had simply said ‘have a nice day’. Continue reading Why, Why, Why?