“Passing the Baton”
Day 51, #2026bigyearproject
Our parents rehearsed choral pieces in churches, auditoriums, hospital meeting rooms, and homes. My generation picked up the “Hallelujah Chorus”, “Magtanim”, and contemporary tunes by osmosis. Our children became musicians because of their own familiarity with the loving soundtrack that surrounded them since they were in the womb.
The first photo in today’s collage was taken at one of Uncle Salvador and Auntie Auring’s parties. It is an artifact because it shows the very first rehearsal of the Filipino-American Church Choir. It would become the Evangel Chorale. My dad was the choral director. My mom sang soprano. Their voices enhanced services, raised funds for charities, and spread goodwill in several Midwestern states.
When I began playing cello, I sat beside the bass section. I can still hear the robust voices of those gentlemen in my ear.
Our friends host music nights at their home. We gather, dragging in assorted instruments. Sometimes we craft our own unique percussion section out of oatmeal containers, empty boxes, and bells. We sing oldies and learn newfangled melodies. Nothing is rehearsed ahead of time. Requests are shouted and suggestions come from all sides. We entertain each other with stories, jokes, and snacks. We leave feeling uplifted.
The next generation has developed their own talents. At our family reunion in 2001, the ensemble they formed was enthusiastic, energetic, and impressive! I was in awe as they organized their parts, chose a program, and presented their offerings to us. I was so happy to see my daughter play flute among her cousins. My parents beamed with pride.
Since then, another offspring level has arrived. Some of them have already shown interest in making joyful noises. I anticipate more years of excellent concerts and impromptu crooning.
#2026bigyearproject
