{"id":4596,"date":"2017-12-08T19:22:45","date_gmt":"2017-12-08T19:22:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kelolandblogs.com\/lundatlarge\/?p=4596"},"modified":"2023-07-20T21:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-07-20T21:00:00","slug":"holiday-highs-and-lows","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jodystaples.com\/main\/holiday-highs-and-lows\/","title":{"rendered":"Holiday Highs And Lows"},"content":{"rendered":"

1959 was perhaps the most interesting year of my life.
\nI was 13 and it was a year of discovery..if you know what I mean.<\/p>\n

It got off to a rough start when less than two weeks after my birthday, we heard on the radio that Buddy Holly had been killed in a plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa.
\nBuddy Holly, along with the Everly Brothers and Elvis were the main reasons my cousin Grouse and I learned to play guitar and start a rock and roll band. Grouse could sound just like Buddy. Still can.
\nHe had that Holly hiccup down pat. (ah-weh-ah-heh-ah-hell-ah) He managed to wow the girls and many a talent show judge with it. We loved singing that kind of stuff and had absolutely no trouble finding an audience or hitting the high notes.
\nBut on Sunday mornings as we sat in the 1st Lutheran Church kids\u2019 choir loft looking like \u00a0little cherubs in our purple robes and heavily-starched white collars in the shape of a cross, we didn\u2019t feel so musically gifted as we had the night before with our electric guitars strapped on and cranked high..then singing into the microphone..\u2018Oh, Oh, Claudette..pretty little pet, Claudette.\u201d
\nFor some reason, the old hymn writers like Dykes, Watts, Gerhardt and even Martin Luther, himself, did not have kids in mind when they were coming up with all those complicated hard to sing melodies and lyrics for the hymnals.
\nThere certainly was no Ah-weh-ah-heh-ah-hell-a mighty fortress is our God.
\nOr.. oh-ha-ho-ah-holy night.<\/p>\n

\"Grouse<\/a>

Grouse and me back in our early rock and roll days.<\/p><\/div>\n

Somehow, though, word got around to the choir director, Mrs. Nelson, that Grouse and I were getting pretty well known for our singing prowess at birthday parties and Farmers Union meetings.
\nShe decided that the two of us, along with John Bjerke and his perfect little fluty choir voice would be this year\u2019s wise men in the Christmas program.
\nWe tried to explain that we were rock and roll singers. What she wanted were George Beverly Shea-type singers.
\n\u201cOh, you\u2019ll do just fine,\u201d said Mrs. Nelson and we knew that was going to be her final word on the matter.
\nSo there we were, the day of the Christmas pageant. The sanctuary shook as Alma Brendsel, \u00a0the church organist, \u00a0pumped out \u201cWe three kings of Orient are\u201d and we kind of schlumped \u00a0along toward the front in our shiny Magi outfits, wearing gold crowns and carrying gifts for the Baby Jesus.
\nWhen we got to the baptismal font, the organ stopped and we turned around to face a sea of Lutherans all anticipating this year\u2019s interpretation of the only Christmas carol written in that awful gloomy minor key.
\nMrs. Nelson sat there at the piano with a hopeful smile as she struck the opening chord.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want to do this..the notes are too high,\u201d I thought to myself. But there was no turning back now.<\/p>\n

\"Here<\/a>

Here are the three kings some time later for our confirmation photo. I’m back row second from right, Lawrence Gruseth (Grouse) is back row far right. John Bjerke is second row far left.<\/p><\/div>\n

We three kings of Orient are
\nBearing gifts we traverse afar (I\u2019m sure we sang \u201ctravelers\u201dafar)
\nField and fountain, moor and mountain
\nFollowing yonder star
\n(Chorus)<\/p>\n

Then it was Bjerke\u2019s turn to sing his solo:<\/p>\n

Born a king on Bethlehem\u2019s plain
\nGold, I bring to crown him again.<\/p>\n

John hit every high note right on the money and triumphantly stepped back.
\nGrouse was next.<\/p>\n

Frankincense to offer have I.
\nIncense owns a deity nigh.<\/p>\n

He got through it fine too..resisting the urge to do the Holly hiccup at the end.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m next. Oh God, I\u2019m next. What\u2019s my line again?
\nMyrrh!? What the hell is myrrh anyway?
\nI felt a strange rush of heat to my cheeks and little bumps began to protrude from my forehead.
\nWithout even thinking, I began to screech out my morbid verse:<\/p>\n

Myrrh is mine its bitter perfume
\nBreathes a life of gathering gloom<\/p>\n

And that\u2019s when I dropped the ball.
\nTwo of them, actually.<\/p>\n

God had chosen that very moment to turn me from a boy to a man..from an alto to a baritone and I believe I finished singing that song a full octave lower than I began.<\/p>\n

Did it really happen that way, you ask?
\nWell, wondrous things can occur when you sing
\nStar of wonder, Star of night
\nStar with royal beauty bright
\nWestward leading still proceeding
\nGuide us to thy perfect light.<\/p>\n

Merry Christmas!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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