This past week was the Harmony Highlands Singing School. We learn alot about how to better lead and follow, and how to better use the gift that God gave us (our voice) to sing His praises. We learn alot about pitching songs, and picking apropriate songs for the situation and place. We learn about service to our God and one another. We work and play together, and swap stories. We often sit around and listen to older members tell us about their times in the Church and how God has blessed them.
But in the middle of all that we learn we also have a whole lot of good fun. The above is some singing the combined adult and highschool class did before lunch on Friday, just for fun. (Included is How Happy's Every Child of Grace, How Strange is the Course, and Blow Ye the Trumpet Blow.) Below is a song that we sung a year or two back, that we are working. It should give you a little idea of how we try to learn something that we are unfamiliar with. (The Countless Multitude on High.)
But in the middle of all that we learn we also have a whole lot of good fun. The above is some singing the combined adult and highschool class did before lunch on Friday, just for fun. (Included is How Happy's Every Child of Grace, How Strange is the Course, and Blow Ye the Trumpet Blow.) Below is a song that we sung a year or two back, that we are working. It should give you a little idea of how we try to learn something that we are unfamiliar with. (The Countless Multitude on High.)





Elisha Britt. That's my son's name. It was important to me to have a name with meaning, and for him to have a biblical name to always be a reminder to him to be a man of character. His daddy wanted him to be Gary Britt III, so we kept the middle name in the middle position. I told him that we could call him Britt, but to pick a new name. Britt's great-grandfather's middle name is Elisha, so we went with that. Elisha was the greatest prophet of the Old Testament so I was happy. It gives him a Biblical name and a family name with alot of meaning.


This year was my first Mother's Day, and don't you know we didn't take but one lousy picture and this one was it. It was pouring before Church and afterward Britt was asleep for awhile. To top it all off, I was sick. We didn't end up taking a picture until much later in the day.

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(Above: Mother, Daddy, and me at 4 months old) I have been blessed with some great parents, and now that I'm a parent I just hope that I can be half of the parent to Britt that they have been for me. They gave me many oppertunities. They were one of the rare parents who could help me with all of my school work: Mother was always willing to look over my papers for grammer and spelling and even in college I could call Daddy for help working a math problem over the phone. They encouraged to do things in the community: I volunteered at the local library for 5 summers or more. They encouraged me develop my talents, I was able to take art lessons for several years and they sacrificed time and money. They tried to encourage me to be a bit more athletic, though that never took so well: Daddy spent alot of time teaching me to catch pop-flies (I was so rotten at that) and Mother didn't miss a single game. Later in High School, they went all over the state for Cross Country meets. Most importantly, unlike some of the parents of my friends, they were there for me. I don't spose I really appreciated it, but looking back I never had to wonder if I was loved. I hope one of these days, maybe Britt will be able to say, even though I had too many rules, nagged, and drove him crazy, that his Momma undoubtable loved him.





