I remember the irreplaceable feeling of being surrounded by the wonderful sounds our voices made

“I still remember being small enough to sit on your lap, sing as you patiently held up colourful cue cards and danced around the room. I remember the thrill I got upon receiving the black “big girl” music bag with a strap. I remember the first time I penciled in a line of solfége. By myself. I remember tartan kilts and pantyhose; black dresses and sparkly earrings. I still remember all the words to She’s Like the Swallow. I remember Biggar, New York, Newfoundland, Montreal and Italy. I remember years of choir camps, and talent shows; rehearsals and recording sessions; performances and practice, practice, practice. But mostly, I remember the irreplaceable feeling of being surrounded by the wonderful sounds our voices made.”