Kinda neat. I still like to "make a joyful noise" but now-a-days the operative word is "noise." As long as the organ is loud enough Sunday mornings....who cares!
All four of our girls took voice training(as did their mother and I) when younger, they used to sing together all the time and I'd often get choked up. Sometimes when I go visit them, they'll con "dad" into doing something with them but only at home now, never in public anymore for me. And can you believe it, they loved doing some of the old Andrews Sisters stuff from the 40's. Their mother and I used to have some old recordings and they picked up on it like a moth to a flame. Sometimes I wish it were possible to turn the clock back for just a day.
