Monday, January 11, 2010

Late Christmas pictures


Some late Christmas pictures, but not of our tree which was very big. But this conversation was about the tree. "It looks artifical!" Me, "Not in this house!." Another, "But its leaning toward the left." Someone else, "That is a strange direction for it to lean in this house!" It looks like a small group but we had 23 for dinner this Christmas. But not many pictures.


Katie praying the trumpet.





Spencer and Ethan. That's a beginning bagpipe. I hope it grows: )




















Molly dreaming of angels











Jenny learning the guitar.






















Emma being thoughtful and Luna in her Christmas dress.

The wonderful daughter-in-law Michelle who took these pictures forgot to take pictures of her family. So something more later.

5 comments:

Pastor Bob said...

That there is a bagpipe chanter. If you never learn the fingering there is no point in paying for the whole thing!

A full set of bagpipes can cost over $1,000.00. Chanters are much cheaper. They also don't make as much noise in the squeaking stage.

I know this because I have a chanter and haven't been able to get beyond squeaking.

Bob Campbell
Sharon Hill, PA

Viola Larson said...

Well I hope Ethan gets beyond the chanter. He plays several kinds of horns so perhaps that will help.

Pastor Bob said...

In my experience stopping the squeaking had more to do with the way you cover the particular holes than anything else. Some bagpipers put wax (beeswax traditionally) on their fingers to prevent air escaping around the edges of the holes and thus also preventing squeaking.

Debbie said...

Wow, Molly looks like you, Viola!

When Jim learned the bagpipes, he had to learn on a chanter. Once I asked where Jim was, and our son said, "He's downstairs playing on that hooter thing." That became our pet name for it.

Debbie Berkley
Bellevue, WA

Pastor Bob said...

Debbie

My wife does not allow me to play it in the house. This of course cut into practice time!

At least she doesn't complain when I wear the kilt.

Bob Campbell