I just listened as the Mormon Tabernacle sang the Hallelujah Chorus by Beethoven. (Not Handel's) I remember, at my high school graduation, that was the song our choir sang. Carla was our pianist. Her fingers were just flying over the keys. We were going way too fast and totally ignoring Mr. Moody, our director. It was great! And Carla stayed with us the whole way. I want to call her and remind her and laugh. I wish my cell phone could reach to heaven.
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thats the hardest time for me..when I think of something like that and realize that I can't. I know she knows better than we think she knows but I still wouldn't mind to hear their voices or listen to their laughter. Im glad you are still here. Glad that we can still have Chris. Love you , lots.
No one plays/played like Carla. I loved how she played for MIA (YW/YM) opening exercises. She was 15 and she would change keys on those of us singing and do it with that little impish smirk on her face. I don't know how many of them even knew she was doing it or noticed that one minute they were singing on key and the next they were not. When they would get back on key with the piano she would change keys again. I loved it!
I have been having problems with my voice and the only person I trust to ask about it is Carla. I don't have that cell phone either Cathy. One day we won't need it.
Thank you for appreciating us Becca, that's nice
Thank you for sharing these stories. I know it must be a hard mix of happy and sad and grateful and lonely to do so, but for those of us (mainly me) who didn't get to know her as well as you did, it's wonderful to hear.
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