Welcome to a series of stories that basically make up my autobiography. It’s not entirely thorough, but I’ll do the best I can with the memories locked away inside my head. Could be therapeutic for me. Could be humorous for you. Either way, enjoy…
Previously on Life Story… Third grade was the greatest year of my elementary school career. It helps when you have a teacher that makes being at school fun.
For a short period of time, I was a member of the Roanoke Valley Boys Choir. I honestly don’t remember much about singing with this choir, so I’ll do the best I can with this tale.
Once or twice a week we would rehearse in a room at the Methodist church downtown. The only songs I remember us performing were “Consider Yourself” from Oliver! (the exclamation point is apparently important) and “Danny Boy”. The only performance that I can really remember is some thing we did at the Hotel Roanoke.Justin was in this choir, too. Our parents worked out a carpool kind of thing. On rehearsal days, I would ride the bus to Justin’s house. His mom would make sure we got our homework done, then she’d drop us off at rehearsal. My mom would then pick us up when she got off work.
During that time I got pretty close to Justin’s family. To this day I consider them some of the nicest people I’ve known in my life. Justin’s dad was a huge fan of the old show Airwolf. And when I say, I think it’s a safe bet that’s short for fanatic. He had every episode on video tape. Even their answering machine’s outgoing message played the Airwolf theme song behind his voice.
At the time, Justin was the oldest of four kids. He had two sisters, Jessica and Julie, and a baby brother, Jason. Jessica was only a year behind us in school. Julie was somewhere in that toddler age range. I remember that she would never address me by name. She would just call me “boy.” Could have been worse. She was also slightly confused over what a kitty said. I’m pretty sure she pronounced it, “deedle-eedle-eedle” or something like that.Our singing days with the Roanoke Valley Boys Choir only lasted for that year. I don’t even know if the program continued once we were done with it. I can only speak for myself when I say it wasn’t a very enjoyable time. I mean, hanging out with my best friend a couple times a week, those were good times. But singing in this choir under a pretty demanding director, not so much.