There's a story I like to tell about John as a young boy. He went with us to Instrument Preview Night at the elementary school when Anne was going to select her instrument for beginning band. All the instrument families were presented...strings, woodwinds, brass and percussion. John was about five or six years of age, and a "spirited" boy at that. So, much to my surprise, when I asked him what instrument he'd like to play someday (thinking surely it would be percussion because of all the loud, banging potential), he replied that he would like to play the harp! What??? I admit I had to stifle my laugh as I pictured him daintily plucking those strings while sitting down serenely on a chair. Every time, since then, I think of John when attending a concert where a harpist is present --- and I love the way the harp adds a heavenly touch to any music piece (especially Britten's Ceremony of Carols). John went on to play the trumpet and french horn - but no harp.
...and are harps not one of the loveliest instruments ever? Why else are there so many artistic renderings of angels playing their celestial instruments?
But, I still think it would be funny to see John playing a harp now at six feet in height, size 13 feet and fingers that are anything but delicate....
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Fun times! I love high-tea! Those sandwiches and pastries are unbelievable!
Timi, they were soooo delicious. When was the last time you were able to get out for high tea?
I miss you!
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