The invitation from Paul, a Parish friend, went something like this: the Chester Brass Band and South Shore Chorale are staging a fund-raising concert in the middle of June. Would you like to be the announcer for the event?
Of course, I was intrigued ... and flattered, because it was several years since I had done any announcing besides liturgical readings. We discussed the date and time, the locale (St. Stephen's Anglican Church), and accessibility.
I thought it would be an interesting experience, so I accepted.
It turned out to be a thoroughly enjoyable event!
The rehearsal was held six days before the show, in the Band's Hall, which required my getting help to negotiate two outdoor steps. When I arrived, the Band members, squeezed into a small room, were all ready.
I then met the conductor, Cdr. (Ret.) George Morrison, B.Mus, CD, former Supervisor of Music for the Canadian Armed Forces.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Learning to Drive
The month of June for most families is the time of many transitions.
High school graduations, weddings and many other life-altering events take place in June.
For me, it was also the month I got my drivers license!
Many folks may have forgotten a lot of details about their lives, but they can usually remember when they got this prized document.
In June, 1962, I turned 16 while completing Grade 11.
My folks had scraped together enough money to buy a new car, my Mom had learned to drive, and I was given the chance to prepare my skills to get my license.
(Photo: 1962 Corvair; classiccars.com)
Not wanting to waste any time, I got a copy of the latest Driver's Manual from the Department of Highways in late Winter /early Spring, and, I must have practically memorized its contents.
Even today, FIFTY-ONE YEARS LATER,
High school graduations, weddings and many other life-altering events take place in June.
For me, it was also the month I got my drivers license!
Many folks may have forgotten a lot of details about their lives, but they can usually remember when they got this prized document.
In June, 1962, I turned 16 while completing Grade 11.
My folks had scraped together enough money to buy a new car, my Mom had learned to drive, and I was given the chance to prepare my skills to get my license.
(Photo: 1962 Corvair; classiccars.com)
Not wanting to waste any time, I got a copy of the latest Driver's Manual from the Department of Highways in late Winter /early Spring, and, I must have practically memorized its contents.
Even today, FIFTY-ONE YEARS LATER,
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