I'm not normally a very sentimental person. Perhaps this comes from having poor long-term memory; my earliest memories date only to about 5 years of age, and those are pretty fuzzy. This seems on the high end comopared to other people I know. Nor do I remember a lot of the details from only a few years ago that Rachel does. I've mentioned before that when Rachel asked me if we had any holiday traditions growing up, I have no idea.
But I discovered one source of nostalgia today. Practicing Christmas songs with the ward choir, I kept thinking back to when I was a teenager singing in my ward choir. Then, I sang bass; now, I usually sing tenor. I'll sing which ever the choir is short on, because I can neither hit the really low notes nor the really high notes. My only virtue is carrying a tune.
Mom anchored the soprano section then; she's a pretty serious amateur vocalist. Besides the choir, we'd sing as a family and go caroling. Twice that I remember, we sang a quartet at the neighborhood Christmas party -- Mom, Grant, Telitha, and me. Christine was young then, and the other boys were less musically inclined. Then I left on my mission and when I came back my parents moved.
Singing today, I remembered all that. I missed it. And I missed Mom.
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