By Linda Jones
often heard my mother-in-law laughing about when her son,
my husband Pop was a child and he learned to
One of their
neighbors was his kindergarten teacher and he adored her.
And she adored opera. So, Pop learned to sing
opera. He was a child though, so surely, it was cute.
Our granddaughters have finally(!) outgrown Veggie
Tales and progressed on to other music.
thats good. Maybe. It can also be hard on the
their friend Grace, their mom, their uncle and I all
trooped out several weeks ago to see The Phantom of
the Opera. (Wonderful movie, I highly recommend
girls also liked it, as well as loving the music. Which
meant we had to get the CD; which means we listen to it
in the car constantly.
last weekend at our house and went to church with us
Sunday morning. As we drove, to and from church,
naturally, we listened to The Phantom.
you just dont know whether to laugh or cry. Those
three girls sat in the back and sang with absolute joy
and abandon, even the highest notes of some of that
music. And since the lead female soprano is a very high
soprano, some of those notes got way up there and
so did the voices in the back seat.
To my very
untrained ear, the voices in the back seat sound pretty
good too. Sometimes. They were at least in harmony.
Jane and I have always wanted to sing and dance. She
wants to stand in the spotlight, alone on a stage, and
sing (she does have a nice voice). Ive always
wanted to be a ballerina.
the little voices in the back seat makes me think of
Jane. I can see her standing in the spotlight, singing
those soaring, beautiful notes (shes good, but
actually, shes not quite that good). I can also see
me, in a floaty ballerina outfit, dancing beautifully
around the stage to those same wonderful notes (we
wont even talk about if Im good or not).
about when I stop, shake my head, laugh and thank
goodness the two or three voices in the back seat sound
as good and as happy as they do.
hath charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks,
or bend a knotted oak. William Congreve
The Mourning Bride. (Hes also the one
who wrote Hell hath no fury like a woman
scorned same play.)
have charms. And Ive think that whether its
Veggie Tales or Phantom of the Opera, the voices in my
back seat, singing with such joy and happy abandon, can
charm just about anything.
And it sure
makes the morning ride to school and work a lot more
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