I’m headed out the door to focus on the wedding of my dear friend Quinn. My talented and wonderful daughter-in-law is already started on the flowers. Her sister is coordinating food for 350 (my friends and I are making the yummy Artisan Bread).
Two absolutely wonderful things: The bride is coming down the aisle to Amazing Grace. No dry eyes, friend; no dry eyes.
And this from the invitation: Kindly bring shot guns, shells and clay pigeons to start off the reception.
You know you live in Eastern Oregon when a Shot Gun Weddin’ means skeet shooting. Quinn will be showing off her sharp-shooting!
See ya on the other side…
A Living Pencil 
oooh. i hope you got the song worked out!!!can’t wait to hear all about it.love to you!stephie
Oh, my gosh, I can’t even imagine! Is this the Quinn I heard so much about? WOW!! Sounds truly “amazing.” I know it will be wonderful!
Glad things up ahead! See you there!
I just love the Bring the shotguns in the invitation… what fun!
Sounds most exciting. HOpe things go smoothly.BTW are you playing Amazing GRace on the piano, organ, or cello?
Oh, man! That is so cool! I love her walking to “Amazing Grace.” I”m tearing up at the very thought. Bless the Lord! He is good! This is the weekend for weddings.
I love it! Have a wonderful time and blessings on the happy couple.
wait.Carol.YOU PLAY THE CELLO????
wonderloveandpraise: Yes. Miss Carol is amazing. Unfortunately I’ve NEVER heard her play the cello…Carol?? Why is this?
I don’t think she has played for quite a few years. She met a lady in La Grande, though, who said she’d give her lessons to refresh her memory. She’s been toying w/ the idea for quite awhile, I know.
I think Carol should play a duet with my daughter….cello and harp. It will be grand.The wedding sounds WAY fun!
@hiddenart – @wonderloveandpraise – @Btolly – @LimboLady – @toomanyhats – people, PEOPLE! I am blushing with shame. I *don’t* play the cello. I don’t think I could play a scale in any key and I’m not sure I could even hold the bow properly. I *USED* to play the cello, back then. Different life. Here’s the whole story from start to finish. Every child in our family learned to play an instrument. So it was “which one?” not “should I?” I had my heart set on the flute, just like Jill Jensen, a girl in my class. But I came downstairs one morning and my father was grinnin’ like a Cheshire Cat: “We have a surprise for you!” My very own cello. (That used to belong to my sister Margaret.) I didn’t need a script to know what my response should be. A cello! For me?!! Wow!I got over my disappointment and settled in to playing cello. When I got discouraged my father would pull me from school to see the Chicago Symphony and I’d get revved up again. My older siblings all played under a fantastic conductor, Wysneski (spelled phonetically). They still speak fondly of him. Alas, not me. I don’t remember his name or his face, but I remember the strong antipathy I developed for the man who taught Orchestra in my time. Lori Horton and I vied for principal cellist (and Lori got it most of the time) but my heart was not into it. The surprise was my father’s response when I told him I didn’t want to play the cello anymore: OK. (My nephew eventually inherited the cello and I believe he still plays occasionally in church.)I have some memory issues with this era of my life. Some deep hard stuff was going down and I’ve blanked a lot of it out. I was holding a cello when I heard my mom died. Family stress of a different nature surely colored my perceptions and experiences. Part of me is very curious what would happen if I took up the cello again. You know, inside me. That being said, the cello is one of my favorite instruments. To listen to.
Well, that explains it some. However, it was fun talking about you behind your back. (I’ve been enjoying your youngest and his friend immensly. They are great kids to be around.)
OH man…no cello. I guess we’ll have to go with a piano or organ duet with the harp. Your story reminded me of why I played clarinet and saxophone. I wanted to play the trombone in 5th grade…but I had crooked teeth AND I was a girl…So they made me play the clarinet. I managed to turn that into an instrument I really loved and played the saxophone… so I forgave them. Oh…the sixties….
@toomanyhats – we must be kindred spirits, eh? 😉