Sunday I went to church, the first time as April. The children were in the nativity pageant and asked that I be there. It is "J's" place of worship and previously I only attended for Easter and Christmas services.
We were both a little uncertain about April making her debut but it went well and neither of us noticed any weird looks. The children's presentation was so cute, Joseph and Mary, wise men, angel, sheppard's and sheep and even hybrid angel sheep.
After the service there was coffee and cookies in the hall, despite not wanting to expose myself any more than I had too the siren call of caffeine won out and I ventured into the gathered multitude.
A few knew about me but most didn't. The children were sitting with friends and "J" was nowhere to be found so I sat down by myself. Within a minute a very nice lady joined me. Had I been there before, hmm a difficult question, I eventually settled on no. We had a conversation about her trips to Italy and Egypt and last minute gift shopping. She even introduced me to "J".
Needless to say I was very happy to have passed and on cloud nine for the rest of the day.
Today's tune is Florence Ballard, the true voice of the Supremes singing Oh Holy Night. Her tough life and mistreatment by Motown lends the song even greater poignancy.
Glad to hear church went well, April!
ReplyDeleteFor a company that brought joy to so many people, Motown's treatment of too many of it's most talented performers was shameful. As you noted, Flo Ballard is the most notorious example, but there are many others.
James Jamerson, for one, who played bass on most of Motown's biggest hits (that's him playing the immortal intro to "My Girl," for instance), had to buy a ticket from a scalper to attend the Motown 25 celebration in 1983; he died, penniless, several months later. Tragic...