Hi, Richard!  Recently you wrote in a message to Ardith Hinton:   
      
   AH>  You probably wouldn't want to hear me sing either, but   
   AH>  to my nearest & dearest I say "A singing Mommy is a happy   
   AH>  Mommy -- count your blessings."  :-))   
      
   RW>    NOw I wish I could find a way to convince Kathy   
   RW>  to cease, but as I say, the rOttie loves it.   
      
      
               Dallas & I once shared our home with an English bulldog who   
   clearly enjoyed a recording in which Moe Koffman plays Bach with jazz   
   percussion as his accompaniment.  It was also one of our favourites.  But I   
   must add that bulldog hair is like Xmas tree needles & confetti... it works   
   its way into the darndest places.  I'm still trying to extricate her hair from   
   the speaker cloth....  ;-)   
      
      
      
   RW>  SHe'd be belting it out in church and I'd tell her that   
   RW>  I understand the "make a joyful noise unto the lord ... "   
   RW>  part, but maybe there are exceptions.   
      
      
               I imagine God would understand her intent even if she can't carry   
   a tune in a bucket... however, I can also relate to such things from a   
   musician's viewpoint!  Recently the three of us went to a gathering, for   
   example, in which several of the participants were young adults with Down's   
   syndrome.  One of the mothers suggested we sing Happy Birthday to So-and-So   
   but gave no indication of which key she had in mind.  As a former band   
   teacher, I can sing along with the trombones or whatever & cut through to the   
   back row if necessary.  With a group directed by somebody else, and attempting   
   to sing in twelve different keys, I'm quite out of my depth.  OTOH, the love I   
   felt in that room was awesome....  :-)   
      
      
      
      
   --- timEd/386 1.10.y2k+   
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