Back Seat Percussion
Apr. 3rd, 2003 09:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrLast night we went to the Lenten supper and service at my church. The children stay downstairs during the service and have a little lesson during the time the adults are in worship. Last night, they were talking about musical instruments during Biblical times. They made homemade maracas by the simple expedient of putting uncooked rice into sealed margerine tubs.
They forgot them in the back seat of the car when they came in last night, and so the marimbas were still in the car this morning. This proved very convenient, as it enabled the girls to provide some lively percussion on the drive in to the YMCA this morning (they are spending the day there during this Spring Break week). We listened to the KSJN Morning Show, and the girls enthusiastically shook their maracas as John McCutcheon sang "When I Grow Up." What a nice, cheerful sound on a dreary, cold, gray morning.
Cheers,
Peg
They forgot them in the back seat of the car when they came in last night, and so the marimbas were still in the car this morning. This proved very convenient, as it enabled the girls to provide some lively percussion on the drive in to the YMCA this morning (they are spending the day there during this Spring Break week). We listened to the KSJN Morning Show, and the girls enthusiastically shook their maracas as John McCutcheon sang "When I Grow Up." What a nice, cheerful sound on a dreary, cold, gray morning.
Cheers,
Peg
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Date: 2003-04-03 09:26 am (UTC)