|I was already working on my triceps, rolling out dough, and building a portfolio as a donut model for calendars. No royalties, except what I ate.|
The origin of "O Holy Night" invoked memories, singing that beautiful song at our elementary school - Garfield. We were so backward, we called it a grade school then. Multi-syllables are the key to sophistication.
One of our teachers sang the obbligato to "O Holy Night", and she had the voice of an angel. One of her students became famous in the opera world, because of the influence of that teacher. My mother said of the teacher, in a hushed voice, "She was first soprano in the Augustana College Choir."
We were so backward, we had a Christmas program every year at Garfield. Each class would sing actual Christmas hymns and songs with parents and teachers in the audience. I would scan the audience for my mother, who was teaching there. She would always give me a big smile and I smiled back, could not help it.
Moline was a small town. When my father plugged in his electric shaver, the trolley car would slow down.
We did not know that we were living in a peaceful paradise. Some bad things did intrude, but my mother always explained them to us:
- "None of your business."
- "You are not old enough."
|This was Photoshopped by a Moline friend.|
|This was another calendar pose, which took place in an apple orchard.|