The one, and I thought, only, factor that I was thrilled about was the three wonderful days I would have visiting with my brother, as we drove to Mitchell, South Dakota. A portion of that factor was the thrill Jim had at the prospect of hanging out with one of his college quartet buddies, while they visited other alumni. His excitement sparked mine.
As we approached the campus, I had a strange feeling that brought me back to the feel of when I was there, so many years ago. I was excited, apprehensive, anxious, and somehow, pleasantly amused.
With our musical background from church all our lives, we brought to college this interest which blossomed into our involvement in concert choir and small groups. My brother's gift with a trombone brought him also into band.
Voice lessons and traveling, on tour with our choir, brought us to a place of true musical appreciation. We visited the home of one of our professors, and chatted at length.
As Jim and I walked around Music Hall, on campus, I felt I belonged there. It is so hard to explain, but I came from there. The choir room was set with its old, bleacher type, cabinetry, and metal, music, sheet holder were still in place, in front of each student's spot. I could hear the voices and Prof. Bigelow telling us to raise the volume.
My husband bought a Choral Masterpiece CD, many yrs. ago and I have it on my IPod Touch. I could always sing along with so many of the pieces and I thought that odd. I sent my brother the CD, because he loves music, all kinds, so much. I commented some were so much a part of me, that it was odd. He laughed and said that they should be familiar to me. These beautiful pieces were drilled into us by Professor Bigelow forty yrs. ago, and were still very much a part of me.