A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
Times are changing on Miller Farm. It’s just Beekeeper Brian and Chicken Wrangler Sara in the house now so we are painting and rearranging rooms. In this process we have made some interesting discoveries.
Behind the lawyers stack, for example, were some posters. Most were disposable but one brought back fond memories. It is a large poster with Sara Lynn carefully written in it in large bold letters. It belongs to a long ago time in my life – my junior year of high school.
The senior class was holding auditions for their variety show and my group of friends decided to do a humorous skit about Julius Caesar. At the last minute everyone backed out leaving me alone at the auditions.
I had been taking piano lessons all my life and always had a song ready for performance. So, without any plan or preparation when it came time for my group to audition, I sat down and played a Tarantella.
As it happened, my piano performance was chosen to represent the junior class in the variety show. They asked for the name of my act and all I could think of was my name.
So, they put my first and middle name on a poster that I have managed to hang on to through three children and two countries.
The experience of performing in the variety show was actually very lonely. I sat by myself at the rehearsals and even won a patience award. This should have been my first clue that performing was not the career for me. I much prefer being surrounded by kids making music in a classroom. This is especially true during the summer when school is not in session.
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I am truly fortunate to get paid to do what I love. It has always been our hope that our children would be so lucky.
It is always neat to read how memories are so special and priceless to each of us. I too am going through boxes of ‘stuff’ during a current renovation at our home and have discovered many memories of days gone by. It’s fun to walk down memory lane.
My cousin in California has been putting together a book for a very long that she hopes to publish at some point about family memories. The setting is La Porte, Texas. I’ve sent her many stories. One of my brother & I running through the house and flying in the air to land on our parents bed many times (of course, they were gone). My parents moved the bed, but we didn’t think about that and took a flying leap to splat on the floor … lesson learned-look before you leap, lol. My brother has, as an adult, has apologized many times for playing so many tricks on me. Feeding me elephant ears one time is still vivid. I told him I might have been another Sarah Brightman if that had not scolded my vocal chords,lol. He, though, through the years, really took care of me.
Thanks, Sara, for sharing your memories.
Memories are a good thing. Especially since they don’t take up any space and will never have to be packed up and moved :-)
As a mother and a grandmother, I’m so very grateful for your talent and dedication.