The MTC

I was just singing a little "Swing Low Sweet Chariot" to the man child while changing his fuzzibunz and had an intense reminder of the joy of singing in the MTC. For the most part (when I taught there) I always had districts of missionaries that sounded so good singing. Mmmm. I loved being in a room full of male voices and being the solo soprano. My kind of harmony. Oh that music was joyful.

I also had wonderful singing experiences with my Welfare Sisters. My last group I remember in particular. It was a bitter/sweet week. The very last group of welfare sisters ever (Salt lake did away with us--a justified but tragic decision). There were only two sisters that week (a typical number) and one of them was a gal who had been in my BYU singles ward for the past year and a half. Sister Tippetts. She was fun and energtic and had an amazing singing voice. Goodness. Oh how I loved to sing the opening and closing song with that companionship. My kind of beautiful.

I'm so glad for happy, tender, sweet memories. They make me smile. They make me glad to be alive. Glad to have lived wonderful experiences. Glad that everyday has the potential for more. Who knows, in five years I may suddenly have the intense memory of singing to Raymond John at the top of my lungs while he grins ear to ear up at me from his changing table.

I hope so anyway.