Choir memories: Head held high, toes to the floor

For a child of 4, I looked rather angelic.

This is scary, but I can remember the words to most of the songs we sang. Of course, they weren’t but a few lines, like “Jesus helped the sick, Jesus helped the blind, Every day he went about doing something kind.”

Not too hard, but it remains etched in my mind nearly 50 years later. I also know the words to “You send me” and “Louie, Louie,” except for the part that no one really knows what that guy was saying.

I digress.

I’m not a great choir singer, but in all this time, no one has asked me to leave. I’m not a soloist, but I blend in decently.

Like all early choir members, I didn’t particularly like to stand still. If you haven’t been to a children’s choir performance lately, standing still is not a requirement (much to the chagrin of choir leaders.)

One year, our church recorded an album that featured all of the choirs from little folks to grown-ups. It must have had some patriotic theme because one lady stood in the baptistery dressed as the Statue of Liberty.