Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
Saturday 23 November 2013
The Choir
Watching the lovely Gareth Malone and his results in forming a choir I was reminded of my own efforts when I was running the local Girl Guide Company. One of my Guides had attained Her Queen's Guide Badge, a rare event so we decided to have a Parents Evening and put on some entertainment. We had already learnt two country dances and we would follow this with some folk songs. But first we had to form a choir. All the girls were used to singing at school and were keen to take part. All was going as merry as a wedding bell except for one snag. Sally , a small enthusiastic girl in the front row sang very, very loud and very, very flat. What to do? I didn't want to hurt her feelings so diplomacy had to come into play. I had a brainwave. I would make her the conductor! I explained to her that she didn't have to sing, just keep time and make sure everybody started and ended together. Rehearsals went well after that. Two weeks before the Parents Evening a new Girl Guide arrived and joined the choir. She sang very, very loud and very, very flat!
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