It was more than 25 years ago that my brave mother and father decided that their boisterous urchins would learn the art of song…
And we sang alright. Wailed, in fact.
Lots of times…
And the noises could hardly be called music at first.
But we’ve fallen in love now… And we wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Maybe that’s why our house is full of boisterous urchins from across the county every Tuesday.
(If you telephone, don’t do it on that day.)
We think they’re angels… 🙂
|Spring Recital – on the lawn|
|They don’t all fit in the living room any more…|
|unfortunately, photographer doubling as pianist, the performance photos are thin.|
|that’s the musical genius behind Sweetwater Musical Institute.|
|love that hair!|
|neighbors and beyond…|