Throwback Monday

So I know that #TBT is supposed to be for...you know...Thursdays. But I came across some old photos on Facebook today from some high school music events and it made me feel a little nostalgic (even though it's been like...8 years since some of these were taken).

What great memories, and what great friends. I had so many amazing experiences in my high school music groups that helped further develop my love of music. I am so grateful for my talented teachers for exposing us to so many great composers and works of art, and for bringing us together as an ensemble to create something truly magical. Even if the audience never felt it, I know we sure did.

Like choir pieces by Morten Lauridsen or Eric Whitacre. And "Silent Night". And how could I ever forget, "How Can I Keep From Singing?" In orchestra there was Ralph Vaughan Williams and Aaron Copland and Samuel Barber.

I've been so caught up in more recent memories and working at the hospital and trying to figure out being an adult that I sometimes forget my roots. As I looked through some of these pictures from I got teary. I was so blessed to have such a tremendously positive high school experience. We all grew up together and went through a lot together, created a lot of meaningful relationships together. It played such an influential role in my life and I've kind of subconsciously scooted it under the cranial carpet as I've gotten older.

So, even though I've entered adulthood and am preparing to start grad school after two years of professional work, I am so grateful for these experiences from my teenage years.

To all of my hometown friends, neighbors, and classmates...thank you, thank you, for all of the wonderful memories and experiences. Glad we got to go through it all together. I hope things are going well for each of you.

And just because I have been feeling nostalgic, a few of my favorites.

Love to you all!

Sarah

I absolutely loved these. Not much else to say, except that I loved that Mr. Hansen was able to play the violin solo

I think of singing in the train station at the Gateway in Salt Lake City, and at that Catholic mission in Couer d'Alene. And of course every time we actually got to sing through the whole thing without stopping :)

Anything by Eric Whitacre was bound to be good... :)

Doesn't start until 1:34. I would get the chills every time we sung the chorus. This one runs deep.

No words needed for this one.....and if you were there you know exactly why...I distinctly remember one rehearsal of this song on a February day in memoriam. So much love.