Day 88 #100DaysOfOldDays
When I was in third class in school, my teacher was Mrs Murray. When you were in her class you were in the choir whether you wanted to be or not – and whether you could sing or not.
I remember a girl (let’s call her Nancy) announcing one day that she was leaving the choir. Well……….the hullabaloo she caused. Mrs Murray nearly had a fit. She sent for Nancy’s older sister from fifth class. The sister arrived pale-faced. Mrs Murray wasn’t one to mess with!
She demanded to know why Nancy wanted to leave the choir.
‘Because…she doesn’t like it. She can’t sing,’ the sister mumbled.
‘Of course she can sing. Everyone can sing.’
At least she was encouraging!
‘I hate the choir and I’m leaving,’ Nancy burst out.
Mrs Murray was in shock. She grabbed at her own throat and stuttered incoherently. There wasn’t a closed mouth in the room. Nancy began to cry. Mrs Murray got even more flustered and sent the two sisters home to report to their parents.
I remember wanting my mammy at that moment! My weak bladder began to throb. I said to myself, ‘I can never leave the choir. I’ve to stay forever.’
As it happened, Nancy did leave the choir.
I stayed. But truthfully, I didn’t want to leave. I enjoyed being in the choir. And I enjoyed practicing the hymns in school. Much better than long division!
Mrs Murray retired soon after that actually.
Here’s the hymns I remember, a lot of which I haven’t heard in years.
The Bells of the Angelus; The bells of the Angelus, call us to pray, with sweet tones announcing the sacred Ave. Ave, Ave, Ave Maria.
O Sacrament Most Holy; O Sacrament Most Holy, O Sacrament divine, All praise and all thanksgiving, Be every moment thine.
Hail Redeemer; Angels, saints and nations sing, praise be Jesus Christ our King.
Praise my Soul The King of Heaven; Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him, praise Him. Praise the everlasting King.
Give me Joy in my Heart; Give me joy in my heart, keep me praising…..Sing hosanna, sing hosanna,
Sing hosanna to the King of kings!
Takes me right back!