Laura Wilde - Carmen - possessed the stage in all her sultry glory; her large Voice rich as custard. "Viva Vox!" I told her. Living Voice! She said it will mature in her late 20’s. As Gabe would say, “That Voice is going to grow up to be Something!!”
I didn’t want to leave St. Olaf’s with it’s rainbow trees. The center quad featured a ringing singing chime fest, each bell commemorating a student or teacher who died during their tenure at the college. Being one of the finest music training schools in the nation, I guess no one should be surprised that the lives live on in song. "All Life Matters" read the pogoda caption. I stood underneath and let the music rain down on me. I didn’t want to leave.
The chapel reminded me of Notre Dame. The minstrel students meandered back in to resume rehearsal for their Vesper’s concert. The freshmen male choir sang back and forth from their balcony perch ”We have seen thy salvation, O Lord,” with the vesper’s choir responding from the stage. Back and forth they sang. I was enraptured and never wanted to leave. I wondered if they served meals and a person could just dwell there.
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