Grace Notes
In January, I joined a singing group called the Grace Notes. At the time the group was comprised of Luanne, the eighty something year old pianist and director, Donna, the seventy something soprano, Jean, the sixty something alto, and Rosetta, the fifty something soprano. Jean is in my ward, and she has been trying to find another alto to join the group to help her out, so she invited me the very first Sunday that I showed up at ward choir. The first day that I showed up at Luanne’s house where the rehearsals were held, everyone commented on how incredibly young I was, and they seemed shocked when I told them I had four children, because none of them thought I looked older than about 15. They had just started working on some music that they hoped to perform for the children at the library in the summer, and they eagerly welcomed me to the group. Jean was right. She did need help. She has one of those really great, deep alto voices, but she has a really hard time finding her no...