Robert Armstead, bass-baritone
Melinda Coffey Armstead, piano & organ
Prelude to Worship
Blest Be the Tie . . . John Fawcett/Hans Nageli
Down a Country Road . . . Aaron Copland
Little Brown Church in the Vale . . . William Pitts
Homecoming . . . John Jarvis
Bless This House . . . Helen Taylor/May H. Brahe
What a Wonderful World . . . George Weiss & Bob Thiele
Charlestown . . . Sacred Harmony 1799, arr. Gilbert Martin
Some things are worth waiting for, such as when you wait for the airplane to land before you get off. (If you’re stubborn enough not to comply, you’re probably not reading this, and I never cared much for you anyway.) This has been a long flight indeed, and I’m ecstatic that we’ve finally landed. I can hardly wait to see my longtime friends IN PERSON, bumping elbows, suitably masked and, for most of us, fully vaccinated.
I used the time not just to learn to learn a lot of music but to learn a lot about the composers. Not to mention learning how to record and edit digitally, including how to lay down tracks and put them together, to prepare the music for each week’s service.
We were adopted by a scrawny feral kitten who showed up on our back deck. He is now fat and happy, and will play and sit in our laps, and if he could talk would deny that he is responsible for the scratches on our hands and forearms, for he is a self-absorbed liar. An orange tabby, who only has to give you his doe-eyed Puss-in-Boots supplication to take your heart away. We watched him grow from a tiny kitten, playing with his brother and mother in our yard beginning last August. Then in September the family disappeared, and he showed up in November, alone and starving. Full disclosure: I may have snuck a few pieces of chicken to the family; he may have remembered.
But I digress. I am absolutely delighted we are back together. After a year of starvation, it will be a feast.