Cultured

Cultured can mean several things. A cultured pearl began as a mere speck inserted into a clam. It serves as an irritant, which causes the clam to protect itself by coating the rough intruder with something that keeps the sharp points from hurting.  While LeRoy and I made sometimes seem like the irritating intruder, I’d prefer to talk about another definition of “culture” today. That would be the arts and humanities.

Our only grandson Ben is a junior in high school this year. When the vocal music teacher was casting people for the fall musical, Ben was “volunteered”, as I understand it, by a classmate and got the role of Pooch, a trainer for the football team in Good News. We went to see them opening night, along with most of the family. He said today that the Friday night crowd was the best because the audience was made of more of adults who got the jokes. The teens who made up more of the Saturday night audience probably wouldn’t have picked up on the reference to the stock market being the best place to invest–it IS 1928, you know! It was a fun show and the kids did a great job.

pooch-and-player

When I was in college, I participated in a symphonic choir called the Singing Quakers which was directed by Dr. Cecil J. Riney. The choir is nationally known and has sung all over the world. Our daughter Heidi traveled with them to Russia during her time in college, still directed by Dr. Riney. Twenty some years ago, Dr. Riney founded an alumni choir which consists of Singing Quakers from the past 50 years and Saturday evening we drove across town for a concert by that choir. Heidi had invited me to participate this year but I was afraid my voice wouldn’t pass muster any more since I’ve had so much sinus trouble in the last year. Heidi sang, though, and the concert was fantastic. It took me back to my days with the choir and a few of the people I sang with are still singing.

We’ve had visits this week from Eagle friends Jim and Denise Hufford from Arkansas, as well as local bus friends Bob and Karen Ward. We also had good-byes from our neighbor Mary McGinn and church friends. Today we had lunch with friends from Army days in the 1960s, Sharon and Eldon Orrell who now live in Barnes, KS. It’s fun to walk back into each other’s lives and catch up. We may meet up with them in Arizona this winter, or at least we hope so.

We’ve always been able to flat tow the PT Cruiser but the Escape has to have a dolly, so LeRoy spent most of yesterday afternoon wiring the new-to-us tow dolly so we will have lights on our towed vehicle. It will be a new learning process as we travel. Everything works and the Escape is firmly in place, ready to head out tomorrow headed to points south and west. We should be in Tucson before the end of the week!

 

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