It was something over thirty years ago. I'm still not
sure how I ended up sitting there that particular snowy evening. I didn't know anybody. It was about a half hour away and I
had never been there before and haven't been since.
My seat was next to a wooden pillar, one of several
supporting the little balcony. The seat was comfortable and my view of the
stage was unobstructed except for a few bobbing heads straining to get a better view.
It was all very simple, really. No technical wizardry. No
theater lighting. No pit orchestra. Just simple homemade costumes and a room
full of warmth.
It was the Christmas program in a small country church. While from a technical excellence perspective it was pretty much a disaster, it clearly wasn't about all that. What mattered here was a bunch of kids singing their hearts out and a
packed house of parents and grandparents full of excitement and love.
1 comment:
where are you Lynn b?????????????
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