Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Memories of Etta

One year when John and I were relatively young she and Sue (her best friend) took us back to school shopping and took us for a treat at Laura Secord's. It was the first time we'd ever been there and got something.

Candlelight Christmas Eve Service - Etta was singing O Holy Night with the sanctuary lights off and from behind the wall for the choir stairs at Smithfield United - in order to read her music she wore Uncle Peter's headlamp.

Her Scottish accent, her real shortbread at Christmas and her beautiful knitted dolls (some of which sit in Grandma and Grandpa Stewart's room right now - wearing a knitted version of our family tartan).

Singing in the choir with her for years, her beautiful operatic soprano voice and how it encouraged me to keep working my range and to keep getting better.

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