Last Sunday, I watched the Nodaway County Chorale perform their annual Spring concert. Community choirs are an interesting concept, because there are people who love to sing who aren’t professionals. They don’t need to be — they enjoy singing, and that’s enough. They have enough talent to sing in tune and pick up the right rhythm, and they have enough fortitude to practice regularly.
My husband has been in the choir for over 15 years. He devotes Monday nights from September through April for this. They do two concerts a year — one at Christmas and one in the Spring. I admire his commitment and that of the 50-odd people who make up the chorus.
I am not in the Chorale. I lost my ability to sing several years ago — my voice has gotten weak and I can’t always hit the right notes. My type of singing tends toward folk music — if I played guitar I probably would still be writing and singing folk songs regardless of whether I could sing. Plus I like having my Monday nights free.
So I got to see my husband’s concert. It was good — they always are, no matter how much Richard fusses about it before the concert.
Words Like Me 