Dear Doreen,
How are you? I am fine.
The Christmas Concert has been performed. I guess we did okay after all those weeks of practicing, practicing, practicing--not only lines for recitations and song singing but also LINING UP.
I really can't see the purpose or value in having to line up 25 Grade 3ers according to height --much less having to practice to do that over and over again, when in fact from the time we first started to practice until the actual performance night, some of us had grown and the whole order had to be changed at least 3 times before the final night anyways.
Another thing I learned about Christmas Concert practice is that you find out that that sweet and most beautiful soft spoken teacher you have all during the rest of the year can actually use a voice that sounds a lot like MOM when she finds that you have bitten your sister, locked the cat into the back of the kitchen cupboard for 12 hours, or used her scissors to create an alternate hair fashion for your little brother.
I think one of the strangest things that happened lately is that Mom came home from shopping and instead of unloading groceries or cleaning products on the kitchen cupboard, she ran straight into her bedroom and rattled stuff around and then came out with empty bags in hand with a stern and meaningful look on her face warning us not to go into her clothes closet for ANY reason whatsoever..even if there is a fire. That just seems weird to me --as if we kids ever make it a habit of hanging around in her bedroom closet just for Fun and Games (except for that time when cousin James came to babysit us and he put on that fashion show with Mom's clothes and makeup on..but I don't think she even knows about THAT) .
It's not as if there were any video games in there or toys to play with or candies to munch on--well not as least as far as I know anyways.
Christmas is just a little weird though isn't it? Everyone gets so excited about cooking, baking fancy cookies (just what is with that black stuff that looks just LIKE chocolate syrup but isn't-- that they use to make cookies that look LIKE little chocolate men but aren't?).
I had to take some fresh baked buns to the 90 year old bachelor down our street the other day because it was Christmas! What is it about Christmas that demands that stuff be done like that? Kindness is what Mom calls it..but as those Buns of Kindness probably only last I bet only about 2 hours , it makes me wonder what happens to that guy from now until next Christmas?
I think I have to go now. Mom went out shopping again and I see she left her clothes closet door wide open this time ---
Merry Christmas! Happy 1961!
Your friend,
Penny
How are you? I am fine.
The Christmas Concert has been performed. I guess we did okay after all those weeks of practicing, practicing, practicing--not only lines for recitations and song singing but also LINING UP.
I really can't see the purpose or value in having to line up 25 Grade 3ers according to height --much less having to practice to do that over and over again, when in fact from the time we first started to practice until the actual performance night, some of us had grown and the whole order had to be changed at least 3 times before the final night anyways.
Another thing I learned about Christmas Concert practice is that you find out that that sweet and most beautiful soft spoken teacher you have all during the rest of the year can actually use a voice that sounds a lot like MOM when she finds that you have bitten your sister, locked the cat into the back of the kitchen cupboard for 12 hours, or used her scissors to create an alternate hair fashion for your little brother.
I think one of the strangest things that happened lately is that Mom came home from shopping and instead of unloading groceries or cleaning products on the kitchen cupboard, she ran straight into her bedroom and rattled stuff around and then came out with empty bags in hand with a stern and meaningful look on her face warning us not to go into her clothes closet for ANY reason whatsoever..even if there is a fire. That just seems weird to me --as if we kids ever make it a habit of hanging around in her bedroom closet just for Fun and Games (except for that time when cousin James came to babysit us and he put on that fashion show with Mom's clothes and makeup on..but I don't think she even knows about THAT) .
It's not as if there were any video games in there or toys to play with or candies to munch on--well not as least as far as I know anyways.
Christmas is just a little weird though isn't it? Everyone gets so excited about cooking, baking fancy cookies (just what is with that black stuff that looks just LIKE chocolate syrup but isn't-- that they use to make cookies that look LIKE little chocolate men but aren't?).
I had to take some fresh baked buns to the 90 year old bachelor down our street the other day because it was Christmas! What is it about Christmas that demands that stuff be done like that? Kindness is what Mom calls it..but as those Buns of Kindness probably only last I bet only about 2 hours , it makes me wonder what happens to that guy from now until next Christmas?
I think I have to go now. Mom went out shopping again and I see she left her clothes closet door wide open this time ---
Merry Christmas! Happy 1961!
Your friend,
Penny
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