Sometimes I feel like the father of a multitude. When you consider the precious students who blessed me by joining my choirs, It is mind-boggling! This week it was my privilege to visit with one of my early sixties choir. He sang Bass and his parents were always in my corner. Rex and I go way back and even though we have lost contact from time to time, it seems ok since our bond was for the right reasons. He wanted to learn and I wanted to teach.
When you consider the dedicated attendance by a large group of students who spent six years of their school life with me, I sorta feel like an Abraham. I can assure you that every one of the moonbeams in my hands were a continual blessing every day of my life. Every concert was filled with love of singing and blended voices painting glorious pictures on the audience's canvass. I know that every member of every audience left wanting more, thinking good thoughts and feeling ''It Was Good To Be Here".
"Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth." (1 John 3:18)
I really miss those wonderful moments, but it is a comfortable 'miss', donchaknow. Really! I estimate that nearly 1200 fine young people graced my choirs. Large Family!!
And that's what I get from My Box of Chocolates right here in my corner studio under the shadow of Kyle Field.
James G Austin '69